Mists in my mind
When I sit in the mists of time
Remembering all the faces and places
That haunts this head of mine
Many people and situations retrace
The meandering roads of my mind
Some of the faces became part of the mists
And some of the faces are still clear
Family and friends on endless lists
And even some strangers whom I hold dear
And always a certain face will hauntingly appear
Some people will always occupy
A special place in your heart
Where no one else will comply
And though the parting was so very hard
You had to spread your angel wings and fly
And now you are part of my mists in time
I remember your face and what we shared in all the places
How you haunt this head of mine
Your face and lessons, and love retraces
The meandering roads of my mind
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