Have you any memory stones?
Each memory stored,
placed and packed neatly and tightly.
Holding hands,
to fly hundreds of times,
like a river to the lake of heart,
like a ribbon that floats amidst the heavy winds,
beyond the trees that shelter, throughout the universe,
from milestone to another.
Sealed and kissed every stone passing by,
leaving each memory behind.
For, one day will recall each smile and tear!
✍️Rwrites