During moments of solitude,
Rummaging through the debris
I dust the alleyways of my mind
And pick the choicest bits and pieces
Of the cherished flowery past
That has become history…
Stories several they silently speak
Breathing life in potent doses time and again
To keep my feet moving
For the journey ahead,
I realize that my body is not just a body,
It is a blessed home
that houses my precious mind
harboring kaleidoscopic memories,
And yes, I’m solely the keeper of its keys,
Beholding the choice to open the rooms I wish to see.

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