Avinash Menon

Memories, they are so hard to die,
with all there is to live by
Some never leave, some painful to remember
Hopes and dreams, never understood, lost forever
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A place far inside the country
Untouched and in all its glory
With its endless green embrace,
Where tall mountains are at calling distance
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Here I lie among the trees
All I hear are the sound of bees.
My eyes open, my head so heavy
I feel so lost and I feel so empty
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I know there is much to be written but I do know what
I know the truth is out there but I know not what
The beats would soon stop and might never know what.
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I wonder how it would be to live in history
So much of it is such a mystery!
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