Fragments of memories scattered like petals.
Fragments of memories scattered like petals,
Whispering stories of times long gone,
Each one a treasure, each one a medal,
In a field of memories, they dance on.

The sweet fragrance of laughter and love,
Mixed with the bitter scent of pain,
All interwoven in a tapestry above,
A reminder that nothing ever stays the same.

Some petals are bright, some are faded,
Each one a chapter in the book of life,
Some are cherished, some are jaded,
But each one is a piece of the puzzle rife.

So let them dance, these petals of memory,
Let them weave a story of days gone by,
For even though they may be fragmentary,
They remind us that life is a beautiful lie.
© Simrans