Portrait of Memories
Somewhere in a spring time of the day
in a velvet shadow of memories
I played music to the guitar of the wind.
You were the song that I am singing
You were the words that I have written
In every note, in every rhythm.
Somewhere long ago,
There is a portrait of memories
That I have seen in all shades of green.
Like verdant fields flourish my day.
Like a blue air, comes my way
Was I used to laugh, until I cried?
Somewhere back in time
There is a portrait of memories
That I have seen in mirror water.
As a crystal clear glistened in my eyes,
like a water from the spring,
that flows inside my being.
Somewhere in a quiet of my remembrance
There is a portrait of memories
That I have seen before the morning dawn.
The early morning smile, I cheerfully recall.
Wonderful moments, I had to cherish
A portrait of memories that I sketched on a stone
And here was I, somewhere along the way
As I glide over the boat of our memories’
Sailing our yesterday that we have left behind,
And so it goes as a breeze blew from the past.
The portrait of memories that I kept deep inside
The memories that painted here in my heart.
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