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A metro afternoon
....
Swinging through the metro,
On a rainy afternoon,
I can't help but wonder,
If it could pass through,
The passage of time.
The station called Memories,
Had platforms with chairs of chapters,
On which tiring memories rested,
Whiffing the elixir of happiness,
Waiting the whistle for the next station.
"The next station is Unknown,
The platform is on both the sides"
Standing by the metro door,
Was wondering which to take,
One reaches Past,Other reaches Future.
....
© Phenix
Swinging through the metro,
On a rainy afternoon,
I can't help but wonder,
If it could pass through,
The passage of time.
The station called Memories,
Had platforms with chairs of chapters,
On which tiring memories rested,
Whiffing the elixir of happiness,
Waiting the whistle for the next station.
"The next station is Unknown,
The platform is on both the sides"
Standing by the metro door,
Was wondering which to take,
One reaches Past,Other reaches Future.
....
© Phenix
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