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The moments long gone never come back.

It is as if it’s a bird.

A paper oscillating in the air.

With the precious memories they hold.

The feeling it gives when caught.

The warmth that bursts in your lungs,

Which carries a sack of joy,

And also a little sorrow.

For the moments with the kids,

Are continuous golden threads.

Weaved with needles of happiness,

Which become a jubilatory notion.

This cloth is a fragment,

A fragment of your heart.

Which will always be there,

Though the memories long gone.

Poem by:

Aryaman Iyer


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