You always wonder ,
Why I ponder ,
Over memories.
It was my favourite time ,
When the birds chime ,
The only time I feel fine.
Along the memory lane ,
Here we go again,
Though some would give us pain.
"Why?" , you would ask ,
If I'm being honest ,
I seem to take it like a task.
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Hurricanes of Life
Poetryof short stories and poetries that we write just to satisfy ourselves ; precisely our feelings .
