The thoughts of the olden days have returned
Reminding me of the leaves I've turned.
Some good some bad o'er the years,
We've crossed miles facing the fears.
Green fields and dusty roads that we've together seen
Have made us matured o'er sands of time.
Our footprints covered it then.
Hills and ridges blown anew by storm laying the way for new experiences of upcoming time.
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