What's a lucky number?
A lucky color, perhaps?
Or is it just a memory game
Where we all of ours share
It was a game where I could share
The memories that remind me of that number
Particular memories that make me happy, even for a while
That makes me think and feel like I have this number that somehow has more connections to me than the others.
The mere paradox of being special
How does it work?
It is as simple as walking at the park
A breeze of warm wind through someone's heart
First, make memories, good memories
Those memories shall stay till the end of time
The memories made shall peirce through their heart, through their soul and body.
And shall they mark something a color or a letter, a number, or a shape. The simplest of things would trigger the thought.
Second and last, embrace those that mark the memory
The memory you made
And planted through their mind
A sound or a whisper through their heart.
See? It is easy to leave a good mark.
But do you know what's easier?
That is, to leave a bad mark to them....
A slap, a punch, a word,
If good marks exist through colors,
bad marks linger through one's mind,
Through their literal memory
And there's many things in one memory
Maybe a chair or a table
That would trigger that mark, making it more fatal to the carrier.
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Let It Drizzle
Şiircollection of poems that define one's mind. A poem for some memory and throught that 'I' have. Though, would it really be that special if I said it's for my self....?
