The Heart, Soul, Memories
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Whose my memories is that? I guess I know.
Its owner is quite joyful, though.
Full of joy similar to a vivid rainbow,
I watch her laugh. I cry hello.
She gives her my memories a shake,
And laughs until her bellyaches.
The only other sounds the break,
Of distant waves and birds awake.
My memories are soul, mind, and deep.
But after a meal and even a lot of sleep.
She's going to hold the steep.
Sweet dreams hit her cheap.
She rises from her cozy bed.
She loves her jam with plenty of baked bread.
And kitten thoughts in her head.
Set off for the coming day ahead
Copyright © Lasaad Tayeb | Year Posted 2021
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