Like writings engraved upon solid stone,-
Memories endure in our feelings,-
They cause us to weep outpouring tears,-
or delight in moments of recollection-
Soon this life will become an ancient past,-
but I will remember those faces, those places and those times-
Though my soul will be enstranged,-
from all its treasured attachments,-
They will be the phantom of memory

by Taimur