Moments came and went,
But the memories stayed;
Marks perforcely borne
Till I never may…
Marks to be cherished,
Echoes I mayn’t forget;
Or marks that bolster
Harrow and regret.
Marks of true friendship,
Echoes I mayn’t forget,
Or marks of hatred,
That feed me regret.
Marks of sweet success,
Echoes I mayn’t forget,
Or marks of faults dire
That I may regret.
Aeons came and went,
But the memories stayed;
Memories that haunt
My soul,everyday.
HI! I’m Prabhu S, a fourteen year old writer from India. I love reading science, and I also like listening to music and playing the piano. Writing’s my passion, and it will continue to be!
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