Where we left our shoes ...

Tiny scattered moments...
Sprinkled on the garden of memories

Strolling with bare naked feet on them,
It feels we've wandered too far...
Now we can't remember...
where we left our shoes.

Our heels were soft,
when we got here,
They still feel tender...
and they will remain fragile

Till those bittersweet memories
keep tingling them,

True, we have forgotten,
where we left our shoes.
But now it seems,
we dont need them anymore