She would often keep a bunch of carnations Every morning, by her bedside, To remind her of the beauty of nature all around.
She would also place an hourglass Everyday, at her work table To feel the sands of time slipping through the fingers
She would also light a lamp Every evening, in front of His idol To see these lights spread into her life
But This is the 'forgetful Her' Sometimes she would forget The carnations The hourglass and The lamp
What she does not forget is The dreams... The broken dream The utopian dream or The dreamy dream
She would settle a bundle of dreams Every night, under herΒ Β pillow, without fail To remind her of the elegance of her thoughts and The charisma of tomorrow...