Memory's wonderful but its true,
We leave old things and cling to new.
A human nature or we had evolved as such,
I had no clue , even after thinking much.
what I know, dew will vaporize with rising sun.
it cant be picked up off the grass and placed in urn.
But we can wait for the next dawn.
When shining dew will smile on the lawn.
And run fingers over the wet grass.
Imbibe the feeling; and belive, the memory will last.
Well the above piece was written as a comment by me to a friend's post and as I was again going through this friend's blog, I noticed the comment, reread it and found it nice...and thought to place it here...so that may be many years down the line ...I will see it again and rejoice.
cheers
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