Oh kiddo!

People leave. Memories remain!

TINT

When I turn,

Through the way

 Of the bay

Vividly it sparks

 Those days 

Which has run 

Faraway.

But memory walks

On the lane

 Like a Golden pen.

Friends increased

Books increased

But nothing Pleased.

Those innocence

Now gives

Unseen Presence.

Those smiles,

That was fragile

Like a dew for a while .

All turned

which can not be

Returned....