Time flies like a blink of an eye
But memories stays back in your mind;
Neither you can erase, nor you can approve,
A dispersed feeling put shade in your soul.
Sometimes happy, sometimes sad
When the story fills up you don't need to clasp
For the old meadows you have been dreaming of,
Had not become like as you thought.
YOU ARE READING
The World Of Poem
PoetryIt is a book written by me, a 12 year old child, consist a few poems. I guess you will like it!
