Memories

Under the damp leaves called mind laid memories.

They languished in the winter, got tossed in the autumn winds.

Roasted in the summer and stood out pallid among spring flowers.

But still you said, “It had a sweet fragrance of a kind.

That appreciated with the passage of time.

I will open it only when my tears dry up and there is peace in solitude.”

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