Little memorie


The old good days, when we shared one heart
And cried and tried together. Oh! The Delight
A beautiful memory… Of those days.

The winds playfully blew…And dust was our friend
Rain clouds gathered. So we played with their drops
The sticky mud upon our feet, yet to us a precious jewel

None knew the future…But none would mind…
Except my sister Memorie. With her hand so little
Wiping my tears and ears…That day I fell down…

“Smile Samuel” Her winsome whisper…of love
Now hidden in the dust, with which we played.
Still to me a painful memory. Memorie…

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