Shedding the burden of past memories

 

Standing still, lost and aimless,

burdended with the heavy load of our shared past,

I was stooped in my miseries,

when a tap on my shoulder made me turn around and look up

to see the green gold bird of my tarnished memories,

flying away with a wounded wing,

to plummet into the darkness of

oblivion.

And suddenly, the night was over!!

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