Cuddled like babies in the depths of my heart,
holding back and capturing precious, priceless times;
In your still silent space you set my being free,
Ah! sweet memories, I love thee.
All those moments of eternal eternity,
those songs and tears, the smiles and fears,
all held like the golden sand in my palm,
on the shore of my soul's ocean calm.
Sparkling like mirages in the horizons of my mind,
You make me a stranger in my own boat;
Sometimes I forget that I'am me,
Ah! sweet memories, I love thee
UNSUPERVISED Thoughts #4
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