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Meet Me At Our Spot

Nov 12, 2024
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By Lakshmi C


The day was sunny as usual, but it feels a bit grey.

I guess my eyes still lingers on the days when we

were here laughing at our silly mistakes.


Roughly I do remember, it was the last week of November.

We held our hands under this tree,

to see the last leaf fall, along with the cool breeze.


      That was the last day we met, promising each other to

meet again someday at this exact place.

Hoping you will return I visit this spot every day.

But in the end, you never came.

      And now I guess it’s time for me to say goodbye,

to this beautiful visiting game.


By Lakshmi Ca

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