The strangest of dreams-
Those that more often than not tend to go awry,
Making the silly mind wonder
As to why have memories at all?
But then maybe
Memories are better Axenic
So the poor human heart
Can hold on to them dearly
While patiently paying the price
Of having them at all.
But on the other hand
Memories do take a memorable stand
To tell us – Where we went wrong?
But the poor lonesome heart is still going strong
With nothing left in it – but a steadfast will
That says tenderly – Move On!
So one moves on hoping against hope
That the memories will sometime try and etch
Some memorable melody or the sweetest of songs.
The sweetness of that song – again evokes
A memory that has once again gone awry
But the heart says, why should I be sorry?
Without realizing that it is only memories
That are evoking this soft and subtle response
Ultimately –
Memories bring nothing –
But, Diamonds and Rust.
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