Flashbacks

How a spark ignites the dead love

Flashbacks:

After a year or so
The fire began to glow,

Those buried memories
Like a river on the flow,

For a soulless body
And a mind that needs to grow,

Every flashback pierced him
Like a deadly, mighty blow,

Each wave of memory
Neither friend nor a foe,

Washed all his stains and
made the light of love to glow,

After a year or so
The fire began to glow.