In Praise of Memories...

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The good. The bad.
He lives them all.
From the bunch of frames,
He admire that young face over and over.

The love. The hatred.
He feels them all.
From the glory of experiences,
The scar shines like the bulb in blur.

The life. The death.
He hears them squall.
From the depths of somnolence,
Life wants to rewind itself with whir.


5 comments:

  1. It took a long spell of time to peep under your natural self.

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  2. Ah! this is so beautiful :)
    If only we could rewind those moments again...
    And yes, I absolutely love that photo...such an innocent face *_*

    Thanks for participating!
    Hope to read more from you :)

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  3. very informative post for me as I am always looking for new content that can help me and my knowledge grow better.

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