Covered up my wall are some memories
Which reads in many hidden mysteries,
Held together are those melodies,
Different frames used to show love,
Where still not all are identified above,
Hence, many times are spend there to think of,
Where collages are built for family time
Then special frames are selected for love to glisten,
Topping up you also have some selfies of mine,
As I gaze over the memories of the ones I adore,
Resting on my back beside the bed, sitting along the floor,
Well, so many were useless which I opted to tear,
Observing all the pictures on my wall
Remembering the good and bad times my tears fall
Realizing that how this life appears so still
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