Look back the days of yore
turn leaves of yesterdays
scan hidden photos
of memories
peel off the scars of pain
the printed joys
tears in heaven
Think some snapshots taken
from somewhere
look at scrupulously
inside your voluminous
pages of yesteryears
Read the experiences
Isn't it a cyling incident
in life?
ages and physical maturity
are obviously changing?
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