yet my effort remains.
like a rain in a storm
where the eye of it was a tumultous past of my eye.
then back again to remind me
i can go back to feel the memories
so i can taste those bitterswet meloncholic aftertaste
and lovingly be sentiment of its loving nature.
Come sweet days of old
here i am take me as i am
take my mind
take what is left of what i can still hold,
reap my seeds that i took once
reap my fruits of sweet torments,lingerings, and what dwells beneath me
Coz to-day is another one
and be fearful of tommorow
so i may set my sights what every minute of the current one