Garden Of Memories

Mar 4, 2023

1 min read

By Chhaya Giri

It’s time

For a walk of silence,

Towards the garden of memories.

Smell of rotten dreams,

Still sweet.

Taste of bitter truth,

Touch of melancholy.

A bud of hope,

Covered in withered leaves.

Fluttered colors,

Dew from far away seas.

By Chhaya Giri

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