Memories Unspoken
The old man sat down on the garden chair
The morning daily wide-open in front
On a bright sunny morning of February 19
With birds chirping all around and
Blooming flowers covering the ground
His eyes on the paper but mind far away
Remembering his son's birth on the same day
Life started all new with tiny footsteps...
The morning daily wide-open in front
On a bright sunny morning of February 19
With birds chirping all around and
Blooming flowers covering the ground
His eyes on the paper but mind far away
Remembering his son's birth on the same day
Life started all new with tiny footsteps...