Memoirs


Stripped the thoughts off scenic lie

The beauty of a sleepy try

A moment walking down the aisle

Smile and treats the melting ice

Takes you back the past pensive

Wondering why the self you hide

A fight you wrote

A cry you tried

And they come back as drops of tide

Nascence of a fairy tale

Ending yet they don’t feel right

Maybe flirted destiny

Or maybe it was just denied

But in the end you have to smile

But in the end, the moments die

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