Friday, May 1, 2009


It is on the is on the process
I do nurture, cultivate and nourish
Wishing it would not be a dream of escape
To pick up flowers in this garden of memories

Thinking back of the days, my mind casts
Listening to a tune, a nostalgic reminder of the past
Memories that make my tears to stream down
In my garden, it was an unpleasant blossom

But the best is yet to come, I know
Colorful and lovely flowers nearly glow
It's exciting to pick the most beautiful blossom
In my garden of memories to where it will soon bloom

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

I love this one :-) Very nice :-) Michael