"Still here I carry my old delicious burdens,
I carry them, men and women, I carry them with me wherever I go,
I swear it is impossible for me to get rid of them,
I am fill'd with them, and I will fill them in return."

— Song of the Open Road, Walt Whitman.

. . .

Suffice to say, I think the title is already speaking of the journey.

Life's a journey, less or more than a wanderer's tale— here you can witness the harsh bites along with the warmth of summer heat.

Sometimes in a tune of daylight or in the ring of dark shadows (yes, my classic line)!

This poetry collection is an ode to all memories, as random as it can be no prior definition. I hope you'll dive in this foreign journey of no promises but only with a shared destiny of seeking something.

— 4th June, 2024.

And no plagiarism, translation or sharing it by any other means! All rights reserved to preciouspearl20

Cheers to words! Cheers to memories!