Sometimes when we look back into our memories,we find small tokens of precious moments we have left behind. The innocence and childishness we fostered within us back then ,seem to mockingly flaunt at us their expiry date now. And to our misfortune we can't buy them back.
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The Fall of Words
Poetry"Poetry..... Something so intimate, so essential ,that cannot be defined without oversimplifying. It is like the colour yellow , love and fall of leaves in autumn. Poetry is magical,mysterious and unexplainable." ...
