My memories are like butterflies
They flutter around me.
I love the pleasant and hued ones.
I capture them gently by their wings,
And treasure them in the shell of my mind.
I cherish them in my free moments.
A passed moment, like an arrow shot
in backward direction, bids a good bye
for ever, but its memories linger.
And they flutter around me like butterflies
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