Flown birds disappeared into
the bellies of the skies. As we
also lose sight of their faded
flight, all misery sinking in to
the echoes of a final goodbye.
The perfect picture to these, is
reflected through tears shed by
an eye of a thought in misery.
In the midst of a moment
loaded with memories, it
becomes another world so lived
cherished by wonders of bliss.
Another period of those
cherished archived tales. I mean
the moment of true realization.
When all feels original, it's lips
that stretch to smile.
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You've captured the sadness and the preciousness of the memory with beautiful images. Very original - it stretched my lips to smile.