Fading memories
Memories are like the delicate smoke in air,
Some are fresh and vivid, while some are fading slowly,
The intoxicating fragrance that is still alive,
While writing these twelve minutes have died,
Just yesterday white bloom was glowing under the twilight,
But now only one petal has been left behind,
Inhaling the smoke as they once were my sweetest memories,
But now the smoke has become toxic,
It has started to sting my eyes,
Making them red under the quilt at night.
Copyright © Lily Valley | Year Posted 2025
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