Memories
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Last published Sun, Feb 23, 2020
While going through my diary I found this poem. It took me back to the time when I wrote this.
I was in Phuentsholing Middle Secondary School then, in 10th grade(now I am in 11..so it was not so long ago). We were having a Wall magazine competition. My group was asked to write essays, but I told I would compose a poem.
I thought for a long time but no idea bloomed in my mind, then I decided to write about how hard it is to express ones feelings sometimes.
I named it Memories because when going through this I was sent back in time to relive those days filled with positive vibes.
Some best days I've had in my life.
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