there were days when i talked to fish,
three of them, friends i should call them,
two of them twins and another a younger one,
the twins – a male and a female,
the younger one – a male.
with memories of them,
ever ringing the painful parts of the past,
also bringing bright parts of it along,
i start a journey backward.
and when i am lost in memories,
i belong not to present,
nor to future,
but to the past treasured.
die the body may,
shall not take away the soul,
die the heartbeats may,
never shall they take memories away.