Memory's Vault
Reflection
In the depths of the box, memories lie hidden,
Like precious jewels, shimmering and unspoken.
The lid, a canvas of iridescent dreams,
Unfolds the tale of moments it seems.
With every opening, a story unfolds,
Of love, loss, and memories of old.
The spheres within, a kaleidoscope's hue,
Reflect the past, in shades both new and true.
In 'Manmantra Mcmntnia', a mystic phrase is etched,
A key to unlock the memories bequeathed.
This box, a keeper of the heart's deep core,
Guards the essence of moments we adore.
It stands as testament to times gone by,
A treasure trove where memories lie.
In its beauty, we find a reflection,
Of the love and joy that in memories we've kept.
The craftsmanship speaks of a tale so fine,
A blend of art and memory, intertwined.
In every glance, a story is revealed,
Of moments cherished, and memories concealed.