Moments of ours
sometimes so transparent as if
they are either ray of delight
or of moonlight
warm, quiet and peaceful
Must come from passionate soul
as what we always dreamed of
or state of mind we work seamlessly to reach everyday
The busy paces around us
blowing by like wind
we only feel them when we want to
It may not be the memory deficiency in the past
it is more of what we choose to remember
or forget
