Saturday, January 21, 2012



The sweet fragrance of love
and friendship left at each
corner of life’s turning point,
as bunches of love filled reminiscence,
at the lanes passed by,
each is as precious as the other.

Those childhood friends
at one side of the shore
and adulthood on the other,
bridged by the adolescence and
teenage of uncertain wilderness,
captured as unsung sweet memories,
assembled in the basket of nostalgia,
now tied with the ribbon of days gone by.

My eyes cannot withdraw but hold
those bouquets of tender moments.

(published in Trivalley Writers Club Anthology, January 2012)

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