Category : Poems

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As curiosity takes a stroll down the memory lane,
Gathering the stories of wonderful experiences,
Strengthening the sense of gratitude.
Fetching the word "believe" back to me, I used to "believe", when the day wraps up and I see those crimson coloured sunset, when occasionally the tears and fears visits me (that informs me of the uncertainty), I hold on to try believe.