Life

Things change
All on a sudden without waiting for you or me
And what remains
Is just a hand full of memories
Which you keep it near your heart
Or you prefer to forget
But still
You remember what you don't want
And forget
What you want to treasure
Strange is life and its ways
And strange is the way
It plays with our hopes
And dear dreams...

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