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Reckless thoughts harboured in this mind's bed,
Just supposed melodies has taken a melancholic death.
It was to be like some old time tale,
But just turned to be an urban faith.
The memories should have stayed instead,
But all they are now is stale.
Like rotten leaves of the autumn day,
The nights are let astray,
Letting it roam it's way,
Towards the unfiltered hope
That those days would go away.
And then again,
It's time to wake,
And again,
A time to let those dreams stay
Amigst the bubbling warmth of the day
Till this heart finally let's it go it's way-
To deeper and deeper into darkest corner
Of the memory lane.
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Serenade✔
Poetry"To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people exist, that is all. " ~Oscar Wilde __________________________________ ✔You stay under the carpet of my room, Dusting the corners of my soul✔ __________________________________...
