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Sitting alone

with some old memories

I realized, life is a book

Every page

An amalgamation of characters

every fold a nook

Footsteps

some near some far

but the sound resonates

Ink of every color

on the canvas

like a beautiful mermaid

Some stories

we leave behind

and some we cherish

Like the smoke

from the fire

all my worries perish

A shooting star

A broken twig

Dew drops on the petal

Wanderlust in my veins

Imprints on the sand

The cold stir of a metal

I look around

still alone in this melancholy

I realized, life is a book

Every page

An amalgamation of characters

every fold a nook.

 

 

 

 

 

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