Memories
Far away from crowd
When you ride on the wave of past
Shaking moving we rush in
To occupy your mind
And let you out drops
Use them as soap
To wash your heart
And get help judicially to change your view
To start a life fresh and new
Or take them as pieces of diamond
And leave them swinging, rolling
After kissing and playing upon your cheeks
They will retreat and die.
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