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It seems juz like yesterday...
When boys meant "yuck" and friends were new dreams were unshattered and worries few
When recess was too short
and life too long decisions came easy without the need to belong When storks delivered babies
and passions weren't so strong friendships were unbroken right was right, wrong was wrong
When bad things didn't happen and only skinned knees brought tears and the nightlight in it's socket quieted all of out fears
When farewell meant just for summer and real friends didn't part and fun went on forever and never left a broken heart.
Those beautiful memories...
Memories, A bouquet of flowers, Or long forgotten dry leaves. Some that lit a soft smile on your face, While others which makes your eyes drizzle. While still others of cherished times, which make you feel happy, even though your eyes cry. Memories, That creep in my thoughts from nowhere, That run around my mind unabated. The story of time created. which make you relive those old moments, Sometimes vivid, sometimes faint. Memories, That gives rebirth to that old love, Rebirth to the time spent with that dove. makes you travel back in time. penetrates through, the dark clouds of time, later to be washed out by the rains of present time, but before that, makes one feel the warmth of that old sunshine. Memories, Cherished, preserved, Remembered and treasured. Hated, forgotten avoided and cursed. Memories, That shall keep me alive, Long after this carrier of my soul dies. I shall remeniscence those special moments to me... Shall bury it deep, deep, down inside me... & remain, a memory... 2004, now juz a history...
♥ with love, syahida ♥ at 1/01/2005 01:40:00 AM ![]() ![]() ![]() |