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Mysterious memories

It's an original script written by me. In this poetry, the writer references to the power of memories and compares the drops of raining with memories and the fear of losing his beloved concerns the writer. In the end, As raining comes to an end and memories disappear. Then the mind becomes colourless.

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That horrible ride

It was the most pleasant day of the Spring season, in Beijing. The cool but pleasant wind was blowing. Sarah and Ali decided to visit Happy Valley that day. Happy Valley is Beijing’s most popular amusement park. It’s like you purchase tickets one time and can enjoy every ride there. The tickets were purchased online a few days back and now they were there to enjoy rides with kids. (Sarah and her younger sister had been too fond of rides, they used to try every ride whenever visited some park, bu

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Past Bad Experience

It is sometimes hard to forget the events that left unmitigated effects in your brain. Your brain is a very effective organ; it retains memories in your mind. The life we are living, The friends we meet and the people who come in and out of our lives leave some memories, and those memories have effects that depend upon the effectiveness of the thoughts. Most of the time we forget the things, messages, memories that have negligible effects on our lives, however, we retain those bullying, harassme

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MEMOS

Darling mistress of Nirvana, One whose ecstasy brings fertility to the mourning mud. The reason of my own Had I abandoned thee To the reminent of this world? Certainly don’t agree. Let my departure Exhale no dereliction For the cause I had to upheld. The story I wish you could infer. Gregory have no say in this. The cambium of world chaos With his Catholic convey. I’m not at home with myself What is worse than death? Letting you go, what a torture. I crave for switch of fate, Where this never i

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People change

I'm taking my leave But the fragments,the remisiscents of the day I first came here remains Life was the bluest sky,changing into a darkest night I had spend crescent of my life in oblivion I wasn't the mould you wanted to carve Wasn't your canvas to paint I was a stranger in your space I was the ivy growing on every inch of your being My eyes were opened to your pain but was too far away to do anything I was the wild fire that goes out of control Burns the haven, the stars, the atoms of the tin

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Embracing Hope in the Future

The poem reflects on the uncertainty of the future but encourages us to embrace hope as we journey forward. It speaks of the challenges we'll face, such as climate change, but also of our ability to adapt and find new solutions. Technology will advance, but human connection will remain important. The poem concludes with a message of resilience and a call to face the future with a positive attitude.

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IF YOU LOVE ME

If you love me Let me know And if you don't Let me go.... The dream break into a million tiny pieces The dream dies, which leaves me with a choice I can either settle for reality, or I can...... Go off like a fool and dream another dream The scariest thing about distance is.... You don't know of they would miss you or forget you, Pleasure of love lasts but a moment, pain lasts forever...... Thanks to you, I don't even recognize myself anymore. I can't wait for the day I would look at you and fee

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Canned fish and chili (thon wlhrror)

If you want to know about the cheapest and most delicious fast food for the Moroccan people, they will tell you “the tuna and harour.” This is a meal that a Moroccan young man cannot but be interested in in its pleasure despite its simplicity and simple ingredients consisting of canned fish and a mixture of hot peppers. These two simple ingredients may make you one of Lovers of this meal, and the truth is that when I remembered to publish it to you, dear ones, I brought back many indelible memories, no matter how much I remembered this meal, it was really an inexpensive way out for a feeling of satiety and pleasure together. Thancks for support me friends Follow me and support me ihave more 😁✌

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Beauty of Multan City Pakistan

Photography of Multan City

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Victoria Memorial, Kolkata

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BEAUTIFUL MEMORIES

They are like dews, whetting the appetite of my heart, Making me smile and laugh, I am glad that I have them. They came in phases of my life a baby, a teenager, a young adult and as an adult. I remember Looking into my mother's eyes as she sings and gives me my bath, Running out of the room at the sound of 'Daddy is home' Running into his arms as he lifts me up, How I felt I could touch the sky. Watching mummy come home with other babies, And the house smelling of new born baby, Watching my fath

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