Memories

Throughout the life,
we snap our memories
into glossy papers,
but we all know that
all those memories are
encarved in our hearts
tightly than in snaps.

Our past reflects the future-
before our eyes in the present.
We take tears from the past
as a gift to grow blossoms
in swamps or bushes.

When we see atleast a bud,
that is where we turn back
and content seeing
what we've achieved.

Memories are our breath,
our soul, our tears,
and our boundary of past.
Its where we lost many,
or gained experience.