Memories are like mountains
The fog hides them all
And the sun
Reveals as we recall.
Some days memories
Play hide and seek,
A clouded mind
Struggles for detail;
Other days, memories
Refuse to leave,
All visuals you retrieve.
Memories.
Mountains far and near
Sometimes a smile,
Sometimes a tear.
Fog-hidden Al Hajar mountains
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