I tried to shun this place
So much
That I abandoned my heart
Of it's memories.
Maybe the last splash
Was dark
That the rest of the colors
Lost their trace.
But things carved
Can't ever be removed.
Time corroded the colors
But those memories
The vibes
This feeling
Of sitting here
In this shade
This feeling of being myself
Ready to create.
Somethings are carved
forever
Upon inner psyche.
Some moments build our soul.
This place
And it's vibes
Are one such treasure.
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