" What I recall about us
are memories.
Memories which have
turned into dry, golden rustles,
and are fragile enough to turn into dust anytime soon.
They're not the glistening, green beauty, anymore.
But I still water them everyday,
in hopes that they will gain back their colour, their greenery.
And I still cling to the small shred of hope, that we both,
we both will gain back our colour,
our love."
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The Untold Stories.
Historia Corta// The Untold Stories. \\ " We're about the books we read, and the poems we love." - Kritika Banerjee. A collection of paragraphs, nanotales, poetry and thoughts from my journey. Highest Rank - #78 in short stories on 29/6/17 ...
