Reminiscences
Counting the stars in the night sky,
aiming at heart to fly high,
different stages worth remembrance,
a flattering moment or a nuisance.
When grown old and white,
when eyes lack much light,
you will see with your soul,
every fixed and unfulfilled goal.
Move back to the time,
of sour grapes and sweet lime!
Memories never let go,
they will always flow...
Copyright © Mibdah Mir | Year Posted 2017
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