As I was going through my past yore,
Your thoughts slowly sifted,
Through my heart’s moor,
Piling up gradually,
On the bank of my mind,
Like silt appearing after some continuous grind.
Copyright © Shantanu Baruah
As I was going through my past yore,
Your thoughts slowly sifted,
Through my heart’s moor,
Piling up gradually,
On the bank of my mind,
Like silt appearing after some continuous grind.
Copyright © Shantanu Baruah
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Paradigm shift from the current towards the past. Nice one.
Oh to reminisce!
Beautiful
A very swift way to come from before and turn to today with the same thoughts. Great writing my friend !!
Loved it!!
Beautifully penned
Nice words
Beautifully coordinated! Blessings!
Thanks so much for your comment
True my friend. Thanks for your comment
Thanks so much
Thanks so much James
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Thanks so much, OJ
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Thanks so much, Tammy
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My pleasure 😊
Loved it!✌️😃❤
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Thank you ☺️
You are welcome Shantanu
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Most welcome!
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Yes, we all get entangled in our memories.That makes us human
True that. Thanks a lot