THE MEMORY


  • πŸ’–The memoryπŸ’–


. There are so many memories in this mind that I can't remember. There is a heart that cries and laughs in my memory. Every step I take brings back memories and something must be said. The hart of memory. A small baby remembers a mother, a daughter remembers a father, a mother remembers her children, and I still remember it today. The memory, I still have a memory. It is the village full of beauty. I still remember the spring that never comes a going.




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