Souvenirs

Souvenirs

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Every person or situation that came in my life has handed me a part of themselves, good or bad, they were like souvenirs for me. They made me feel something and make me go through unique emotions every time. Sometimes I got the same thing twice and sometimes I couldn't understand what I got! But still I know with every situation, someone left something for me to find and keep. So, I have decided to figure out what I got and pen them down in words as part of my collection, as my " Souvenirs". An attempt to present my thoughts in the form of short poetry, Two liner, Haiku or just a para trying to find its meaning. You all might have gone through some similar experiences like these. So maybe when you meet mine you get to remember a souvenir you might have got from someone. I would love to know if you found any. Have a happy journey with me. Thank you...!!!☺ Thanks to everyone out their for reading this newcomers work. ☺☺
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