The dreams of my heart
and my mind pass,
Nothing stays with me long,
But I have had from a child
The deep solace of song;
If that should ever leave me,
Let me find death and stay
With things whose tunes are played
out and forgotten
Like the rain of yesterday.
By Sarah Teasdale
Everything c0mes and g0. N0thing last forever but we always treasured g0od mem0ries to let us m0ve 0n with an 0pen heart to new things that c0mes our way.