gleaming,frozen,silent,still purched upon wintery hill was a frosted green leaved daffadil. Our memmories seem too hold there place in lines you wore upon your face then we're gone without a trace gone but not gone just replaced. each new moments locked us in stowed away in memmory bins a million you's and me's within pain, pleasure, frown and grin. like the flower those momments stay forever held within our gray till our hearts bring them out to play for a happy momment on a lonely day.
Reason for writing:
I love memmories!
The ones that spontaniously errupt when i
least expect it, leaving me drowned in a haze of
emotions in the past at least for a few momments.
Birth sign: Leo
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