Cart of delightful memories

The warmth of your arm.

Hearth my calm.

A breeze whistle in heart.

And I forget my past.

Under the sky of star, No scar.

And a guitar, though I play bizarre.

But that’s where it’s me, No one to judge or to make prejudice about us.

We walked a long path, And I don’t know from where did we start.

It’s time to be apart with our heavy heart.

And we divert our road with memories over load


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