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Memories
The memories are like wisps of smoke.
Drifting in and out of mind.
Some are bright and clear as day.
And some are dark and faded, hard to find.
Memories of happiness and love.
Of moments we shared with those.
Of love that felt so true.
That beautifuls souvenirs with tulips scent.
That feels like a fantasy novel.
Memories of struggles and pain.
Of tears we shed alone.
Of hardships we overcome hardly.
To make our heart alive, warm and lovely.
Memories of childhood.
Memories of innocence.
Laughter and endless joy.
Stuck in the past and forever encored in us.
Hard to bring them back.
To live the moment again.
Wishing that this memories will forever remain.
That same memories.
That shape our lives.
Making us feel alive.
We enjoy every moment.
Cause we know that the moments will end.
And only the memories will last.
© Fatima
#poem
Drifting in and out of mind.
Some are bright and clear as day.
And some are dark and faded, hard to find.
Memories of happiness and love.
Of moments we shared with those.
Of love that felt so true.
That beautifuls souvenirs with tulips scent.
That feels like a fantasy novel.
Memories of struggles and pain.
Of tears we shed alone.
Of hardships we overcome hardly.
To make our heart alive, warm and lovely.
Memories of childhood.
Memories of innocence.
Laughter and endless joy.
Stuck in the past and forever encored in us.
Hard to bring them back.
To live the moment again.
Wishing that this memories will forever remain.
That same memories.
That shape our lives.
Making us feel alive.
We enjoy every moment.
Cause we know that the moments will end.
And only the memories will last.
© Fatima
#poem
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