Yesterday at the chill evening,
With the sun to the horizon,
Raindrops heading to the ground as
Sparkling pearls from the heaven,
With my coffee in my mug,
And some feast in the plate,
Some memories pushed by,
This time is always great…
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The same clouds reminded,
Reminded of a memory,
A memory of two of them,
Two of them in hurry…
Similar mug of warm coffee,
Coffee and they two,
They both giggling with some laughs added,
Every hope seemed true…
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The cookie dipped in cup,
Dipped in cup so slow,
Slowly as the setting sun
the setting sun that eve go…
Every dark cloud now disappeared,
Disappeared the shower in sight,
Leaving behind a nice moment
And memories inviting the night…
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Some sips seemed familiar,
So familiar in taste,
Which were meant for us,
But vanished in haste…
And each of the drops,
The diamonds falling by,
Screened the memories,
Which we can’t deny…
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But some drops still remain,
Remain still on some leaves,
As memories stay in mind,
And experiences take a leave…
And we know how to forgive,
To forgive us we loved,
Yes we loved us enough
Enough to let us go…
True or not but,
At least I do think so…
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