Fake Memory 3

Another chapter of a great moment to live by and to reminisce, a sweet memory, real or fiction, as long as you knew and you felt it.
“Good Morning”, it is indeed a good morning. That’s her greeting when I woke up, seeing her eyes that sparkles like stars, her smile that is so delightful and as she brushes her hair with her hand. I would really melt when I see her like that by my side every morning.

It’s a beautiful Sunday morning; she’s at the terrace of our house sitting while drinking a cup of tea gazing at fields of green.

May I know You more and more...

It was a spur of a moment that I will listen to music tracks from hillsong that I knew during work. And one of my favorite song is entitled "On Eagle's Wings"(click the link for the song). The history of this song is way back when I was is grade-school me and my mother always go to church  every Sunday 9:30 am. the Choir there is composed of men only. I really like their songs and voices, and one of the songs that they sang is the song "On Eagle's Wings". At first it was an unfamiliar song because most of the church songs that I knew have this lively music or some sort but this one has a mellow genre. Ever since that time, I have begun to like the song.