Of all that I've seen
Of meadows, flowers, and butterflies
In summers that have been
But all the while
I sit and think
Of times that were before
I listen for returning feet
And voices at the door
After-note:
2 years already,
Still feels just yesterday!
Time... and its play!!
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A little behind the scenes:
This piece was written probably somewhere around 2015-2016ish. I found this in one of my old bags... while I was browsing through the unintended archives.
I do not exactly remember the story behind the write-up. However, from the lines, I think I was thinking about the past summer (probably the summer of 2015). And every time I kept wondering about that, something of the then present life must have brought me back from my thoughts.
The time I found it again: April 07, 2023, Friday, 03:12 AM IST.
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A picture of the piece from the unintended archives:
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