Forgotten Memories

The image is taken from Pixabay. 

Fresh as the morning dew

Fiery as the summer sun

The memories danced forth

Their presence a foolish reminder 

Of the past, that flew by

As I fancied the world was mine to conquer. 

Free as the mindless breeze

Funny as the chirping birds

The memories floated around

Trying to fill my senses with warmth;

The fervent attempts brought tears to my eyes,

I knew there was filth hidden in the empty spaces. 

Fierce as the strike of lightning 

Furious as the rumbling thunder 

The memories lashed, forcing my heart and soul

To embrace the finicky reminders 

And forgive the daunting echoes;

Yet, I pushed them away, for forgotten memories were best, buried forever. 

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Note:
Day 6 for F
A stanza with six lines is called a sestet (though it is usually used in sonnets).
Each line has a word with F in it.
Maybe, I should patent these new poetry forms.