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It's ordinary to love the beautiful
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It's beautiful to love the ordinary
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Everything feels just like yesterday,the times when we used to talk like old school lovers, the times when we used to skip school and used to gaze in the sunflower fields,it feels so serene and warm now,
The times when you first stole away my first kiss in the backyard of our grandma's old house,
The times when we used to go fishing and end up splashing water at each other,old times and memories feels just like home,cold yet warm at the same time.
Do you remember our mom's scolding us for stealing the earthy homemade loafs,and the nights when we used to roam in the dark forests chasing the golden fireflies and then when I used to say "My granny has invited you to dinner" and then when you start giggling.
And do you remember how we used to walk together holding hands in the 5 a.m wintry mornings where once we smoked for the first time in our lives and you sneezed after that,
That are the happy days of my life when I was seventeen and you were nineteen,it were those days when I used to jump to reach your shoulders and then you teased me "you're so little miss" and then I poked out my tongue and used to run leaving you to chase after that,
And after running several long minutes past the cherry blossoms we used to go to our favorite bakery "Earthy Bakers".
All that was back years ago, today, right now, I'm seating in our favorite bench holding the books you gifted me, while playing your favourite song "Lost in May".
You know the books, the song,the autumn,the fallen Orange leaves all smells like you.
One old couple passing nearby holding each other glanced at my way and smiled,their eyes shows eternal love and I waved at them and started writing my poem which was half completed because I was lost thinking about you,the way you smell like poetry, coffee and nymph.
Then again I started writing again wondering in which part of the world you are now, hoping you are dreaming too,as I am.
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Autumn Diaries
PoetryAutumn a season of love,of hope, of life, of longing. If you love Autumn, Then you're most welcome here. This book is a part of my heart, and it contains short autumn love stories,of especially old school lovers.
