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Memoir of Places and People

I keep going back to places,

Where meetings were light,

Long walks while holding hands,

In the nooks of the night.

Whispering jokes,

That made me laugh in the dead silence.

Only the silence remains now,

The nooks more like a circles of memories,

And nights with the moon glaring the empty paths,

Yet, serene, peaceful and lovely.

 
 
 

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