Poetry

Old Times

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And when I look back in times
and play the reel of the adolescence times
the nostalgic moments of my yore days
when the skies were blue and the world was pink
when happiness remained in the littlest of things
when houses were small and dreams were big
when we cried over trivial things
when life was simple and friends were dear
when mischiefs were innocuous and love was real

Not that the current times are not worth it
but the feel of being oblivious
still lingers often on my smile
when I think of the old times

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