Some are meant to be a part of you;
A part not erased nor touched by time.
Unaware of the bonding that subsequently grew,
And stayed within you, like the unforgotten rhyme
Amidst the Unsung feelings gushing by,
While running down the memory lane;
You struggle within yourself to defy,
The moments that brought the pain.
Walking along with the voices of the past,
You yearn to mend a new story of your own.
At a whole new place with a whole new cast
Nevertheless, being pelt by the old stone.
Despite all,the strengths you gather,
To fight the odds that gracefully fill
You still love it's gleam rather,
Than waking up to the dreams that are unstill.
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