memory lane

The traces on my fingertips:
woven with fond memories

as they rustle through the pages and relish the joy of 'firsts' 
the ivory land holds memories
precarious, atrocious, vivacious ones
not at first glance but only upon staring into the iris of the photographs
you shall come to know. 
But the fluttering nations of each birth year
bring along an unmatchable glory
one of its kind, a golden fury 
surrounds.

~h.