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Walked after a long time,

Cannot Unwind The Time…

On the same old narrow road,
Same trails felt my little feet,
Same shadows of the trees.
Same fragrance of flowers,
Songs and the birds singing hours.
A pale leaf dropped suddenly,
Making me aware of the time.
The trail is the same and the road,
Lots of stories must have been told.
The time was wrapped in the shadows,
My feet might stray back but cannot unwind the time…



© 2012 Pimmi Nag