Now the sweet memories
Of my past days
Have become pale and grey
As if they are like the torn pages
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Now the sweet memories Of my past days Have become pale and grey As if they are like the torn pages Of a diary lying on the floor Of a lone room for many many years. A beautiful poem of lost love.10
Beautiful narration on lost love and memories has been made metaphorically, let me quote the lines....Now the sweet memories Of my past days Have become pale and grey As if they are like the torn pages Of a diary lying on the floor Of a lone room for many many years. Thanks...10
An excellent poem with good metphors...10