GARDEN OF MEMORIES

It is on the making...it is on the process I do nurture, cultivate and nourish Wishing it would not be a dream of escape To pick up flowers in this garden of memories Thinking back on the days, my mind casts Listening to a tune, a nostalgic reminder of the past Memories that make my tears to stream down In my garden, it was an unpleasant blossom But the best is yet to come, I know Colorful and lovely flowers nearly glow It's exciting to pick the most beautiful blossom In my garden of memories to where it will soon bloom

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Anonymous said…
I love this one :-) Very nice :-) Michael

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