Sarah Ibrahim - Photographs

That old drawer of photographs
Always gives me giggles and laughs

When i spread them on my Room's floor
I find any memory im Looking for

every time i take a look
Magicly i get Hooked

even if i saw them befor
each time they show me more

Many happy faces
Old wonderful places

they open for me thousand doors
and pull me to get in and explore

I remember all the games we played
and all the funny Houses we made

Watching Cartoons on Grandpa's TV
Dreaming we are part of Whatever we see

And whenever Grandma comes
We beg her for sweets and gums

Miss those innocence days
Where joy were Found in many ways

WhereHearts wereYoung and Pure
Never understood how to feel soar

As mush as i bleed those Images to stay
I Realize that Good bye is the only way

And as i wave those Days Goodbye
Around my head they started to Fly

And Whispered

'Even If we are Gone
Inside you we are always Found'

Sarah Ibrahim ©

Sarah Ibrahim

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