The Memory Lane
Eyes swept down a road this evening,
a bit farther than usual.
I could see the canopy,
of clouds, trees and people,
gliding, swaying and moving towards the past….
Eyes swept down a road this evening,
a bit farther than usual.
I could see the canopy,
of clouds, trees and people,
gliding, swaying and moving towards the past….
I know I am too young to write or talk about life, I mean, some of you reading this might be twice my age or perhaps even more. But, as the author of this blog, the small world I share with about a handful of my friends, my family, and some of the occasional drifters […]
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