The past...
The past...
The past
Leaves memories behind
Leaves residue on the edge like a wave
The soul becomes entangled in those streaks of memories
In every mussel, however, time remains the same
Memories that stay in the heart forever
Unknown the mind knows about it never
We Live today though hopefully for tomorrow..
Always from past memories we borrow
Does the past really go away ??
Everyone should peek inside and answer anyway...