POEM: A Few drops from the Past

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Memoirs in the hand of the writer
Where the story takes turns and curves
It swindles with his emotions
To the road down the past
Where he doesn’t want to visit
Or pay homage again because of what it holds
The love that has been let to go
The pain that has been said to cause
Where the necessary deed find the waters of hope
To swim and disfigure your life in tears
The door to which this leads is safe
Its a key locked in the tapestry of hurt
Painted with emulsion that kills
I said, when this writer cries
His tears signifies doom
The character shall suffer
The character will struggle
To give in to the quest from the future but
The rain that shall pour on him
Shall be clouded from the past.

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