| Chukwudi Isaac Dec 5 | Memories are like a flood They come with their torrents Of yonder days; On happy days, we set sail To remember the good ol' days With loved ones and Other times, We remember the tempest, That troubled nights brought Sometimes with great strength, We row to when our thoughts, Were calm, serene, peaceful For there we wish to abide. Indeed, nostalgia could be home, And sometimes, We wish to dwell there... I pray... Indeed, I pray... That the memories I'm flooded with, Overwhelm me with joy... Fill me with peace... And burst within me laughter... (c) Chukwudi I. | | | | | You can also reply to this email to leave a comment. | | | | |
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