Some need polish,
Because they become vague and diminish,
Others seem muffled
Which just fade away
Some are crystal clear,
Because like it happened here
Others seem so real
Which is just a touch away
It be a celebratory milestone
Or just a partying remembrance
They are elated etched
Ready to relive without a fetch
It be a stormy night
Or just the morning sweat
They are painfully hidden
Ready to stay without no reason
Black, white, red or blue
Colours in them are so true
About the journey unread
Of millions of moments unsaid
Carrying with me memories golden,
Of mountains, flowers, stars and ocean.
