Chasing floating lights
In the middle of nowhere;
Basking in the freedom
Of our youthful memories,
And they are immortal
Only in my reveries.
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Wanderland
PoetryWe all live with memories, memories of all kinds which engulf us until we either reminisce or relive them. Leading us to the feeling of bittersweet intoxication, overwhelming the very core of our being. Perhaps the recollection itself coupled with t...
