It was long ago,
Now a myth, a facade.
The glass of those tears
Dried up like a drop.
Now you are laughing,
And I’m laughing too.
The grief that we knew
Means nothing to you.
But a flash of a memory
Brings it all back.
If it hasn't died —
It’s still alive…
But a flash of a memory
Brings back the thrill.
If it hasn't died —
It’s living still.
We’re simpler now,
More guarded and wise.
The word "Believe"
Is "We knew" in disguise.
And time washed away,
Leaving no trace behind,
All that we cherished
And kept in our minds.
But a flash of a memory
Brings it all back.
If it hasn't died —
It’s still alive…
But a flash of a memory
Brings back the thrill.
If it hasn't died —
It’s living still.
Flash Of A Memory...
© Copyright: Павел Хамидулов, 2026
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