Years passed,
still the first moments
reside in the portal's of my eyes.
the moments lived
had been stubborn
to dribble out from the eyes.
making a deep note
into the soul,
it's going to shine ever
and more than the before.
Eye lids hold strong,
as memories try to escape
in form of tears.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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