By Tiny scattered moments,
Sprinkled on the garden of memories.
Strolling, barefoot, on them
It feels I’ve wandered too far.
Now I can’t remember
Where I left my shoes.My heels were soft when I got there.
They still feel tender.
And they will remain fragile,
Till those bittersweet memories
Keep tingling them.True, I’ve forgotten
Where I left my shoes.
But now it seems
I don’t need them anymore.
Sprinkled on the garden of memories.
Strolling, barefoot, on them
It feels I’ve wandered too far.
Now I can’t remember
Where I left my shoes.My heels were soft when I got there.
They still feel tender.
And they will remain fragile,
Till those bittersweet memories
Keep tingling them.True, I’ve forgotten
Where I left my shoes.
But now it seems
I don’t need them anymore.
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