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A flashback

A drive along the winding roads ..
Sensing the breeze close to my heart..
I passed through some echos..
Reciting the story I had lived once..

A playful evening it was..
And I was a part..
That was the world we had sensed..
And life lived all around us...

A sudden unexpected dream..
As it disturbed my sleepy ride..
A restless brain recalled some forgotten pictures..
What appeared was a flashback of the past...

Down the memoryline
I saw myself as that simple playful child..
While my soul got rejuvenated once again..
I cherised those days I had lived once..

The Breakthrough ►

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