Reminiscing NITT- If walls could talk
Standing on the sidelines, where it is always warm,
An onlooker, never to perform
Leaves us with refined perspectives, not rife with gloom,
Standing on the sidelines, where it is always warm,
An onlooker, never to perform
Leaves us with refined perspectives, not rife with gloom,
Chirping birds, morning bustle
The roof over me, now an irksome hub
Balmy air carries hurried conversations
The chimes I once hated,The ones I’d blissfully forgotten,Ironically now fill my mind,Refreshed and resurgent The dreadful year’s come to
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