THE ASHES OF MEMORIES

I wrote, the things big and small
I wrote, the sadness and laughter and all

The things known and unknown
and the poem was my very own

i decorated it with imagination
there was no room for speculation

i read it again
and i read it again

then as usual i scratched it
deep and wide across it

not satisfied i tore it into pieces
and put it with the wastes

just to burn it later

just to burn my memories

just to burn my memories.....