How your heart starts to smile

There is something very endearing about old times,Just like how your heart starts to smile-At the smell of a diary that has been shelved for years;Those tiny fragments of dust and dirt that sits on its cover,That brown tinge that envelopes the pages,Rides a straight path from your head to heart. Wiping off the dust,Continue reading “How your heart starts to smile”

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