Lost
are those moments.
Gathered
and lived inside are,
Freedom,
expressions, and emotions.
Remembered
and few hidden, are the limitless.
Limitless
are not memories,
But
are canvas and its colors.
Are
they fresh as green or blushing like red,
Rather
are uniqueness in the colors.
Never
worried were those eyes,
as
they happened to be today.
Those
are the lost moments.
