Memories
Impressions from the heart soar
Trickling down tears pour…
One by one, as they drop
Memories float nonstop.
Like paper planes they fly,
from core, taking off high;
Into zenith I crave them to vanish.
‘I am done with thee, thou just banish.’
But, like paper planes, near me they fall,
Asking me to embrace them...
Memories they were after all.
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