Things Remembered

 In the purpose of our stories, where every chapter gleams, we’ll embrace all the crucial moments, and hold onto our future with influence.

In the whisper of nature,
when the stars begin to align,
I find traces of our steps,

in the places we used to hang around
images in folders,
stories wrapped in the ink flow,
each moment we pass through,
create the value of different sorts,


These are the things remembered,
The echoes of nature sounds.
The things that filled the silence in-
so many special ways, at different times.
Through the storms and sunshine,
our ideas tethered,
In the tapestry of life,
it’s the memories that flip through


Walking down this winding road,
with shadows cast by silo minds,
I listen to the voice of changes,

in the open space,
carried on the breeze.
The scent of blooming brings me -
back to when we’d share,
changes continue to happen,

beneath those starlit skies...
no worries, 

just our ideas to be achieved.


These are the things remembered,
the whispers of inner voice.,
The vision we dared to share,
the stories yet untold.
Through the test and storms,
change intertwined,
In the chapters of our story,
It's the truth that we shall figure out.
Time may take us far and wide,
But the value we pursue lights the way up,
In the essence of the particular moments,
we’ll never drift too far.
Though seasons change,

and time flows forward,
Things won’t be the same.
In the interwoven pieces of our memories, 

we’ll write our own tale.


So here’s to all the moments,
the tears and the sighs,
To the vision we've painted brightly,
beneath the blue skies with a light beam.
In the purpose of our stories,
where every chapter gleams,
We’ll embrace all the moments,
and hold onto our future with influence.

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