Patchy clouds
turned into
a sky continuous,
haunting me through
rain or light
Even the thatched
roof of regrets
won't let me
escape memories
The ruthless past
gatecrashes my day
every moment,
not caring to knock
on the door of present
Updated: Feb 29, 2024
Patchy clouds
turned into
a sky continuous,
haunting me through
rain or light
Even the thatched
roof of regrets
won't let me
escape memories
The ruthless past
gatecrashes my day
every moment,
not caring to knock
on the door of present
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