Moment Memory Magic Of Life


Moments of Life

Moments Memories the Reality of Life to Cherish Always…..

Moments that made me breath…..

Moments that made me alive……

Moments that made me see…..

Moments that made me smell…..

Moments that made me taste…..

Moments that made me listen…..

Moments that made me smile…..

Moments that made me utter….

Moments that made me sit…..

Moments that made me stand….

Moments that made me talk……

Moments that made me walk……

Moments that made me run…….

Moments that made me dream…..

Moments that made me reach…..

Moments that made me achieve…..

Moments that made me what I am……

Moments that made me write this……

Oh MOTHER you are the Moments in me……

Oh MOTHER you are the success in me…..

Oh MOTHER you are the leader in me…..

Oh MOTHER you made me rise on each fall….

Oh MOTHER you made my Moments…..

Oh MOTHER you are the Reality of Life in all my Moments……

Oh MOTHER you made my Moments to my Memories…..

Moments of Life to Memories Oh MOTHER you are the one……

MOMENT MEMORY MAGIC Six Letter word is you Oh MOTHER…..

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