Memories are strange.....
They work on our sense of smell
Take us back to times good and not so good
They work on our sense of sight
Calm us when we see the vanishing hues in the setting sky
They work on our sense of hearing
Takes us back to childhood memories of the sound of waves while we played on the sand
They work on our sense of touch
When we hold the old and soft hands of your father
They help you recall the early morning sounds
They work on our sense of smell
Take us back to times good and not so good
They work on our sense of sight
Calm us when we see the vanishing hues in the setting sky
They work on our sense of hearing
Takes us back to childhood memories of the sound of waves while we played on the sand
They work on our sense of touch
When we hold the old and soft hands of your father
They help you recall the early morning sounds
- a call for prayers from the mosque
- a beat of drums from the temple
- a single blow of the horn from the nearby station
- a bird who seems to live forever in your tree
- a child waking up next door
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