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Do you ever feel the noon breeze? hot yet relaxing brings you to an ease it unfold the memories inside my brain's deepest crease mesmerizing breeze i am standing under a tree Moringa Oleifra the mighty on which sits a sparrow chirping in mystique and another strange little bird with long black beak chirping tooo-weeee-t on the other branches two squerrals playing hide and seek and there sits a crow alone on one peak i am in whirl of memories of past year 2016 didn't i mention it's about a boy in his thirties he talked ocean deep but treated me like i am a feast like he is a ringmaster and i am his beast i can still feel the pain of that time when all the good is out of my reach Why do i think of him now when i am in peace? would he think of me like i did? nah or may be nostalgic or i might weep my orange colored dress doesn't irritate me in this scorching noon but thoughts of you did i have to head back from this muzz i am going back to my people who loves me where i am allowed to refuse where there is no abuse i am returning to peace goodbye noon breeze
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Aug 2, 2018
Aug 2, 2018 at 10:55 PM UTC
Noon Breeze
Do you ever feel the noon breeze? hot yet relaxing brings you to an ease it unfold the memories inside my brain's deepest crease mesmerizing breeze i am standing under a tree Moringa Oleifra the mighty on which sits a sparrow chirping in mystique and another strange little bird with long black beak chirping tooo-weeee-t on the other branches two squerrals playing hide and seek and there sits a crow alone on one peak i am in whirl of memories of past year 2016 didn't i mention it's about a boy in his thirties he talked ocean deep but treated me like i am a feast like he is a ringmaster and i am his beast i can still feel the pain of that time when all the good is out of my reach Why do i think of him now when i am in peace? would he think of me like i did? nah or may be nostalgic or i might weep my orange colored dress doesn't irritate me in this scorching noon but thoughts of you did i have to head back from this muzz i am going back to my people who loves me where i am allowed to refuse where there is no abuse i am returning to peace goodbye noon breeze
When brain unfolds some harsh memories of the past
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24/F/Pakistan
Aug 2, 2018
Aug 2, 2018 at 10:55 PM UTC
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