Whispers in the Mind

Memories live like leaves in autumn air

Some drift away, some we hold with care

Scents that bring back faces long gone

Echoes of laughter, whispers left alone

In the folds of time, moments hide

Joy, pain, love - they all reside

Tender touches, words unsaid

The ones we miss, the ones we're glad

In the mirror's gaze, shadows play

Giving back the images of yesterday

The good, the bad, the bittersweet

All the fragments we can't let meet

Quote:

Memories are the ink we write our soul with.

Omatee Ann Marie Hansraj

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