I have a lot of blurred memories.
A lot of things that I have missed.
Making it clear is a risk.
A recipe for my pastries.
A scenario of a kiss.
But I keep it on my poetries.
The poetries I want to fix with my blurred memories.
Always waiting for a clearer view of my memories.
Like a love can leave a memory that no one can steal,
But it can also leave a pain that no one can heal.
In the end we shall cherish our memories.
Because memories will be there always.
Time carries, Thy beautiful or blurred memories.
Memories in the premises.
I may be childish holding on to my blurred memories.
But I'll take the risk,
Just to make it clear.
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