How very fond I am of our genuine honey-comb memories/ I miss them/ Oh, how those shackles that bound us and held us down/ stopped us from soaring sky-high/ we were cloud walkers/ defying gravity/no force could stop us back then/ we stayed forever young/ trapped within our golden days/ heads lifted high/ we answered only to our hearts/ we carried no inner turmoil/ there were no better days/it was a high that was hard to come down from and even harder to remain in/ there and then I promised myself to never forget our mauve memories.
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Memories
PoetryThese are poems on both significant and insignificant memories that influenced my life so far. This is what keeps me going in life. They provide me with hope in dark times. These are inexplicably beautiful moments that sometimes I would give anythin...