One Memory Page From the past📖️📖️

        One day in the past.....

        An evening intoxicated with love.......

        Very nice words attached.......

        A little poem i wrote myself like suddenly......

        Memory emerged through the rubble......

        Looking at it for a while......

        It has been a long time coming for me.......

        A door that was throught to be closed.......

        That the lock did not fall properly.........

        Out of the open space smile ........

         A sudden gust of wind taking a nap........

         That the heart can come and beat........

         So far I have not rememberd........

         Slient as the wind commanded.........

         To a cloud except flowing.......

         Fragments of broken clouds..........

         That can be reconnected.........

         Although I started writing that day........

         Half pierced into a corner......

         A poem not yet finished.........

         That the rest is missed..........

          

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