Lots of stuff was echoing in my head,
Weary of all, I closed my eyes.
Trying to feel the comfort of my bed,
All I could think was how time flies?
The gusty wind pushed the window open,
Bringing in the scent of pretty flowers;
While I scurried towards it to see,
The raiń-bird chirping,foretelling showers.
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Reminisce
PoetryThe boy is remembering a girl from highschool , with whom he felt in love eight years ago.He still loves her with the same energy but has lost all hope that he shall ever be able to meet her again. So, he delves everday into her thoughts and assumes...
