Lost Memory

The affection that blooms by itself
and is snowy white like an ever whiteness,
It is like bloomed in the land of the fairy tales
in a broad daylight of huge brightness.

There was a time once
When I got not it's essence,
My mind is now blank and empty
and my words are speechless and airy
in the stress of that past memory.

I am overriden today and ponder over,
These days will come back wheather
Will the past and present go at par?