The flowers are in full bloom...
colouring the meadows into a carpet....
The birds dance in mid-flight
and the butterflies fleet in and out of their flowers
and at night the fireflies light up their neons......
but that was YESTERDAY'S,
when we were youths and now we have grown.....
So dies the youth in each and everyone of us....
and in its place is what we call
MEMORIES....
- M@t@Maya (© 09-09-2009)
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