Going back to the place
Where some of my best memories took place.
Found my way back
To where my heart got its crack.
People I regard as my home are with me,
Being surrounded by them brings me more than glee.
Their smiles reflect on my lips,
They sow laughters that I reap.
I don't want to let go of this moment,
I hope, for a minute, time could be frozen.
How I wish to stay with them,
With people so precious just like a gem.
x,
Harmony
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Keepsakes
Poetry"How can I loosen these tangled thoughts? How do I get rid of this wary feeling? Should they be freed or should they be wrought?"
