Amidst the myriad thoughts
and those screeching honks,
I met my past
to reminisce those glorious times.
On a cold chilling evening,
down those four exciting summers,
we had bumped into each other lives.
The roaring wind
blew past my silent ears,
echoing the chimes of her.
Time had learnt to
to swallow its tongue,
but the dumb heart
relented to skip her beat.
I held my glass of wine
and toasted it in wilderness,
as the chilling rain drops
swept past my dusty eyes...
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