12 March 2013
Memories are blessings They hold our loves and dreams Memories are deceptive, With nothing as it seems.
Memories are biased From different points of view Memories are all unique, Novel, fresh and new.
Memories are beauty Lovely, wild, and strange. Memories are shifts in time, Messengers of change.
Memories are all that is, All that will ever be, My memories are everything That makes me into Me.
Memory • Opuss № I