I carry all my memories, Good or bad, Anywhere and everywhere With me wherever I go... They are stored in my mind From that moment I started Remembering them and Up to this current moment... They are my true treasures Which I save them with me For ever and ever... They are those images that Cling inside my mind... No one can distance oneself From one's own memories Simply because they are the Real storage of one's days... My own memories are the real Times which I encountered One day in my childhood and The coming days that ensued Up to our current time... Some of those memories gladden Me as a human being, but Most of them are greatly painful... The past, the present, and the Coming future combine one's Whole memories as an emblem of Of one's real moments in life... ______________________________________________________________________
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