She packed her lifetime memories in a valise,
Put her world in some perspective,
Recalibrate her outlook towards life,
And with a stone face,
And shielded heart,
She marched forward,
With grit and determination,
Never to look back.
While she surged forward,
The small valise she carried was her only threat,
For she was unsure,
Sometimes in future,
If driven by her desires,
If she succumbs,
And open it in haste,
Where would it lead to,
Would she ever sway?
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Beautiful piece..Marvellous.
Thanks so much
Exquisite
Thanks a lot, Mahee
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Beautiful. Sometimes memories heals us sometimes they hurt.
True. The miscreant memories
Yup your other fav word.
Lol