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My Dusty Memories…
Every thought I pushed back,
Came back like the first Spring rain…
With every single thunder,
Uncovered my dusty memories…
The flame flickered of my night lamp,
With the cool breeze through my window…
Spreading its golden color,
On the walls on my room…
My heart I felt spoke to me more,
Than my lips could phrase…
© 2013 Pimmi Nag
Soul Reader 