◈ Heart of Loving, or Hating ◈
As we journey through life,
There are moments when memories
We wish to cherish or those we'd
Rather forget suddenly surface.
The good memories
Remain in my heart as nutrients
That bring forth a smile,
While do the bad memories
Stay in my heart as wounds
That make us frown?
In a flash, thoughts emerge.
Let us not seek their origins.
Because they are just fleeting whispers,
Like a breeze passing by,
Mere fragments of illusion.
Am I a source of nourishment
Or disdain to others?
Reflecting on this,
I discreetly adjust the collar of
My heart with a shy smile.
.End.
