These memories keep me afloat for the future so I do not gloat.
These memories are my weapon for the future, it's a beacon
These memories keep me warm
Under the harshest rains and burning sun, I'll look up and smile for I've been through worse.
These memories make me.
The scars are drawn beautifully carve ways to the hidden mysteries of my being.
These memories are a gift, to take, to keep, to use and leave behind for future generations when it's their time.
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Beauty And The Pen ✔
PoetryWords said Thoughts expressed Energy harnessed Heart and mind come together to share the beauty of the soul and the pen in control.
