ENSLAVED MEMORIES

 

The sky begin to dull

As the thick clouds

Overcast the shining sun.

 

Just then it started to drizzle

Next a downpour

Soon the wind begins to blow.

 

The ground gradually wet

The dead leaves started to fall

And my tears begin to flow.

 

When the rain ceased streaming down

And the sun breaks the darkness

I hope I can already let go

      the memories

            of me

                        and you..