Time faded,
So as the memories,
The petrichor bloomed,
And the world stand still,
The daffodils in the scorching sun,
All dried up and lost its glam,
The droplets of water, chilled and frost,
The places covered in snow and storm.
I saw the seasons changing its cloth,
To and fro,
As I longed for the old days,
Isolated and restless,
Then I turned those dusty pages of life,
I saw it empty and pale,
The passage of time shooked
its head and whispered,
"Its your turn, paint those pages with
green and blue".
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