Moving across the streets
on cobbled pathways
reminds me of days
spent in aimless wanderings.
I think about the blue skies and green fields
simple joys of life
which had lot more meaning
that what it is today.
All the good things of past
fade away in memory
in trying to start
new possessions of glory.
When do we stop
and take a breath
Rest and enjoy
all the pleasures we have had.
Time does not stop
but we got to stop somewhere.
Wherein lies the love and peace
and all the joys of distant past.
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