In the depths of my mind, scattered thoughts reside, Whispers of memories, fragmented yet alive. Like shards of a mirror, reflecting moments past, In fragments, I discover the secrets that won't last. The laughter of childhood, echoes in my soul, Vivid images, once whole, now in fragments unroll. The touch of a loved one, a gentle caress, Broken into pieces, a bittersweet mess. Through the haze of time, I collect the shards with care, Assembling...