Once in a while my mind goes back to the good old times, and I smile at how my life was: a set of beautiful rhymes.
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My mind plays those rhymes in the back of my head. Ups and downs, yet my spirit high. The thought that I could create such memories again, now seems such a lie.
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I want them back, I want to hold them forever, those memories..... I want to experience them once again like I listen to my favourite songs whenever my soul cries.
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But all those beautiful memories, never stay in my hand. They slip out of my clutch like soft desert sand.
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I remember when the sand was hard as stone, that's when the seeds of those memories in my mind were sown.
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Softness may seem more appealing then hardness, but I wish there was a way to appreciate the stone more before it transformed into sand, but now, I couldn't care less.
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For one thing I know, that though my memories may seem to have gotten softer and redefined over many times, - That whenever I will look back at the despondent person in the glass mirror, I can't help but remember all those beautiful rhymes.
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