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Old Dreams Will Be Replaced By The New Ones…

Like your old faded shirt,
I was thrown away for good.
The colors became faded with time,
It lost its brightness and shine…
You will still find my questions unanswered,
Some of my old pictures holding the same colors,
Because they were all locked up from the sun’s heat.
They will be also thrown away one day,
As will be replaced with more bright new ones.
The old stale dreams will be replaced with the new ones,
My old gifts will be archived for good to give space to the new ones…


© 2012 Pimmi Nag