In the memories cache,
So deep and dark,
An infinite microcosm,
Tiny wisps pervade through,
And make home in small crevices,
Leaving their imprint for times to come.
Among the plethora of all life’s moments,
What are dear,
They are flagged in the deep cavern,
So that I never forget,
Those cherished times.
I always find them safely locked,
And when I am sad,
I just knock at their door,
To find happiness that I implore!