Walking through the lane
of those memories;
My palms are full
Of those dairies;
My eyes brimmed up with tears,
Recalling those days which were so dears;
These alleys carry the laughs,
Where we spent Time And A Half;
Rolling down from the slides,
That is what we called the childhood prides;
I wish time could take me back to that glee,
Where we devoured the moments of spree.
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Poetess Letters To No One
PoetryThe bundle of my thoughts morphed into rhythmic letters of Poetry
