గ్రంథాలయం
ప్రొఫైల్
Reminiscence
Reminiscence
1 min
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The hues of green and brown in his eyes reminds me of a memory,
The garden back in my old home where the wildflowers grew astray;
Was drawn in the palms of my year old self.
And the lullabies my mother hummed almost in the perfect symphony it seemed
It put me in a sanctuary of warmth and dreams.
The elation of a year old life and a happy ending with every night,
Is everything the depth of his eyes still brings to me in the moment of a gaze.
