I feel the soft sound of the falling snow .
The sound which retrieves some good memories
Of the untouched childhood ,those funny stories ,
Which has a permanent residence , always in my heart .
The empty streets , bring me back to the time ,
When I reached my adolescent , confused and stranded ,
Was moving forward , without knowing dangers ahead .
But reached somewhere , bruised and wiser .
Always in my heart ,these bits come alive .
Being a young adult , I have got a new road in front of me ,
With a dream shining through my eyes
And along with my past , my experiences of my life .
And all new things , all the efforts I am putting ,
The falls and the rises ,the victories and the fights ,
I want to add everything in my memory vaults ,
To keep them safe ,and to have a smile while reminiscing them .