Memories are like silk cushions, cuddly, warm and soft.
But they can also be sharp edged rocks that are cold, ugly and rough.
Memories are like spring blossoms, fragranant and beautiful.
But like pointed thorns they can be pricky and hurtful.
Memories are like clean running water, transparent and pure.
But like misty foggy weather they often make life unclear.
Memories are like gloomy shadows that haunt only at night.
But sometimes like sunshine, they make everything bright.
Memories are like a bitter medicine, with a taste oh so funny,
Or like sweet sugar candy, they melt and entice like honey.
Memories are like yesterday, forgotten and long gone,
But they could make our tomorrows lively and hope is reborn.
Memories may be sad and unhappy, yet often the good ones remain.
But without memories im sure, we just wouldn’t be the same.
Ah memories....are not just memories...we must remember that... Thanks for a good write on memories, Runita. Cheers. Subroto
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I would like to translate this poem
they have a way of taking up residence in deepest recesses of mind