Time flies by so quickly carrying along great memories, precious ones that pass by so swiftly like a sweet spoon of honey added to a hot cup of red tea, dissolving so perfectly yet instantly. You can no longer see, but the taste can strongly be felt. Soon it's taste fades away like a divine setting sun on the plains of your tounge, and soon what the cup had to offer gets exhausted. But that feeling of sweetness wrapped in such warmth, becomes an unforgettable part of your own. I tried to hold on to that feeling but that sense of possessiveness soon killed it's essence, what I could do was to let it go and pass it on. I had to keep up with the speeding train of sweetness and at often times the bitterness of time which made it even sweeter. My only leap of faith was to plant down these memories into the soil of time and watering them with thoughts that I owned. Watching that little seed transform into a giant tree, carved with scripts that held the hidden secrets unleashing the untamed horses of our hearts...
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