Acid notes have just begun;
When the mellowness is gone,
Acrid memories linger on.
Embrace the rush into unknowns,
Treasure pleasure's fleeting tones,
Know sorrows come when they are gone.
Pile up the dulcet memories;
In summer load your treasuries;
Lay up the sweetnesses of life
To feast upon in coming strife.
Apr 15, 2016
Apr 15, 2016 at 8:16 AM UTC
Acid notes have just begun;
When the mellowness is gone,
Acrid memories linger on.
Embrace the rush into unknowns,
Treasure pleasure's fleeting tones,
Know sorrows come when they are gone.
Pile up the dulcet memories;
In summer load your treasuries;
Lay up the sweetnesses of life
To feast upon in coming strife.
Pensive Moments.... Good Times, and Bad.
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