Talking Soul

Missing..   in the past..

Time…   has been passed..

Giving the childhood remembrance..

Our wooden dolls now are about to have their wrinkles..

That very vivid memories keep tailing me..

Into a serene soul of remembrance..

Honestly this soul is cracked standing on the emotion verge of mine..

But, soon the past makes an appearance..

Spirits inside perking up their master.. (Nsri)