“Beautiful” is only I could say,
“Will cherish” is only I can tell,
But I can never yell,
To bring back the tales,
Of beautiful things so well,
Nursery rhymes to the bruises few!
The “Days gone” but memories hunt,
Like a ghost hovering over,
Days and nights never letting go,
But isn’t it beautiful, to melt,
Just in your thoughts,
Letting memories sweep in!