Why isn't our memory more clear,
the places are all blurred,
the people all faded;
it all seems like a dream,
that cannot be relived.
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Bloom
PoetryBLOOM, A collection of random poems and thoughts. Bloom, Among the wilted Inspite of your feelings Don't let it down Just bow down Bloom, Wherever you are planted Even when the snow's falling Brace yourself Be strong Bloom, Pushing yourself...
