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Mar 2014
The terrace,
And the open sky
Offering an escape
From the urban jungle.

There we sat,
And spoke
Of many things.
Which,
now floods my mind

In that  glorious past,
Which was then a boring present,
We talked about uncertain future.

Days passed,
Into the future we ventured,
On different paths
With a resolve to meet
When time is ripe
Written by
Ara D
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