Our old vast jolly memories
Silence and cold as they may seem
Those emerald images never dried
Water continually flows within my dream
An echo that rings through my senses
During the time of my gloomy moon
Mind threading path, leading me begging
"Oh, old jolly memories, please come, visit me soon"
The humble hearts longing
Akin to a lonely rose dreaming for bees
May we journey again my friend
To that adventurous feeling of our old jolly memories...
March 4, 2018
Mysteriour Aries
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