Snowing From Inside

As each bit of snow falls,
It reminds me of something magical,
Everything has its place,
The memories go way back,
To when it was black and white.

As you shake the circular object,
The magic flies around on the air,
Every place gets a little bit of hope,
Even for a second.

This special object holds lots of memories,
Every place I've been to,
It holds all of the good times,
And some of the bad times that are worth holding on to.

My life is by interesting,
Especially with the magic of memories,
Of all the people I've met,
And enemies I've had.

My talismanic object,
Is special to me,
It holds my life in its hands.