𝘊𝘳𝘢𝘥𝘭𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘞𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴 | Pᴏᴇᴛʀʏ

Aʟʟʏ Oғ Mᴇᴍᴏʀɪᴇs🌸

Every time those eyelids close,

I fall into a serene ally of memories.

Greeting my past, a dead rose,

A nostalgic fragrance of fond treasuries.

My dreams flow behind into my past,

Replaying pictures that I know by heart.

Then it points out those vivid days,

Showing my childhood in a haze.

When I swam merrily in that clear river,

Curiously watching underwater life quiver

Collecting sea shells of white and silver,

Clutching naive dream to be professional diver.

I frantically recall that one lady,

Who weaved dresses for men or mistresses,

Running the home, living for me, her baby.

Her hands were worn out, blood-tinged, shady,

She strived hard, worked late; A milady,

Not aware of my gaze, one of her witnesses.

I drown into the darkness, abyss,

Recalling my Guardian, urging to follow my dreams.

Pushing me ahead against my resists,

Turning those foolish dreams into a reality, a bliss.

I'm who I pictured myself that day, today and tomorrow,

Swimming beside flocks of silver tails and fins like a pro.

My heart has been set ablaze, there's no place for sorrow,

And I could gaze, learn wonders of deep blue-indigo.

A smile tugs up, relishing pleasant past and present,

If it weren't you, I wouldn't ascent.

These dreams in realms would've been non-existent,

So, grateful I'm to you my mother!

I uncovered the secrets of oceans like any other,

Churning my present into a blissful memorial cover,

I walk away from ally of memories, content.

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