In the place of moments, memories reside. That's the pace of life's stride.. Dark nights break into mornings so bright.. Hearts weighed down get healed and light.. Even the best of flowers wither.. When the autumn's winds gather.. The people that the heart yearns forever to stay.. Will grow apart and march on their own way.. The transition might sound grim Yet, in life only it is firm.. At the end, it's your deeds that stand by.. While everything else passes by.. Maha