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Nevertheless
Today.
One of those few spring days that remained cloudy.
Yet, no rain.
Myself.
Reading a sad memoir by someone of a distant land.
Melancholy transferring into myself.
Remembering.
My unwritten memoir portrays rainstorms in life.
Rare, sunny days.
Happiness,
You never actually stopped at my station.
Nevertheless, rejoice life, I tell myself.
:
© DEBOTOSH MITRA
One of those few spring days that remained cloudy.
Yet, no rain.
Myself.
Reading a sad memoir by someone of a distant land.
Melancholy transferring into myself.
Remembering.
My unwritten memoir portrays rainstorms in life.
Rare, sunny days.
Happiness,
You never actually stopped at my station.
Nevertheless, rejoice life, I tell myself.
:
© DEBOTOSH MITRA
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