To cherish
moments in time
to varnish
like trophies on a cabinet top.
Made of faces and smiles,
laughters and tears
that transversed between
reality and dreams.
For you to hold dear
like raindows
in the darkness of storm,
For you to savour,
like the brightness of sunshine.
PS: I guess this piece has ended my short stint as a poet, not that I was ever much of one.
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