Like Indelible scars.
As beautiful as the brightest shining stars.
These moments, buried deep in the depths of my memories.
Cherished episodes, at the realm of hierarchies.
Why do I forget not, when they were never meant to fade.
Why do I remember, when they were never destined to evade.
Praises to God, I can travel to the past.
While I am here, my mind is touring dates.
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