Memory Album
​Memories are life's special moments
Borrowed from the passing of time.
Ghosts and shadows from bygone days,
Etched, and stored inside our mind.
​Memories are life's special moments
Borrowed from the passing of time.
Ghosts and shadows from bygone days,
Etched, and stored inside our mind.
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On a guitar of time, he played pleasant tunes,
the rhymes of his life were sung by the moon.
Always kept moving, he never looked behind,
Heart when shattered
heaved to heal
as greatness unveils
the soul yet divine ...
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S is the Spark that give us our glow.
O is for Original, each and every one we know.
U is for Unique; we never cease to amaze,
L is the gift of Love to share for always.
Profound are they whose words hurt
Or heal and make us whole.
Ever lyrically stripping us bare
To reveal our deepest thoughts.
Your springtime has gone.
Your summers have passed.
Autumn's now waving goodbye.
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Alert and splayed branches accept and reinforce
life's rhythms, existence, and love.
Now in January, I want to write the poplar's pulse,
I watched the sun set.
I watched how,
just above the horizon,
the spectrum dimly asked for my attention.
We can all live and just be
Who we are meant to be in life.
Allowing love to set us free,
Rather than giving into strife.
Everyone is searching
for the missing piece in life.
The key to unlock the door
and steal back all lost time.