Memories old and fresh
hidden in folds of heart
sweet memories welcome
slowly,quietly on tip toes
you entered my lone being
and found a place for ever.
You my close sole entity
I look up to you for ever.
Some unwanted memori es
how, why trouble the mind
the more I wish to discard
the more firmly they stick
to the inner folds of heart.
A life is nothing else but a
collection of several myriads
of good and unwanted thoughts.
Written for ''aprompteachday''. Today the prompt is a quote by Salman Rushdie. Quote no.# 3 @ A prompt a day.
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