Memories, old memories
Whenever I recall them
I get lost
The paths on which we met
How can we forget those
You look back to them now
All seasons will return
Those sweet memories are still cherished
Those sweet talks are still cherished
Eyes, those eyes of yours
I get lost when I recall them
Promises, those promises of yours
I get lost when I recall them
When rain drops
I remember those tears
Tears, your tears
Will fall in my eyes
image courtesy of Megan, The Mom Hood
Added for RDP Saturday – EYES
Lovely pic and words!
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Thank you so much for liking this π
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Love the verse and the flower shot is fabulous Hammad π
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Big thanks goes to Megan for capturing that floral snap, which became the inspiration for these thoughts of mine π
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I enjoy the poem very much and the photo particularly fits it. Which came first? In any case, great compliments to Megan for the picture as well as to Hammad for the poem.
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Thanks, Camille!! The picture came first, then the poem
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Both are lovely (and I don’t use the word often as some bloggers do…) π
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