Isn't is crazy how objects hold so many memories?
How they have seen every trace of your being,
even watched you overcome your inner raging seas.
How they will never be able to tell your secrets,
but have still seen you grow like the trees.
It is beautiful and noteworthy,
the memories objects hold.
They stay the constants,
when everything else seems to unfold.
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Memories
PoetryObjects hold so many memories. Many times these objects are ways for us to connect with memories and with others.
