Sunset

Sunset short poem

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Remember those days,
time spent together with friends,
felt like forever,
when looking for the four leafed clover,
we would hover all over.

Hiding in the bushes and up above the trees,
seeking the insects of different species,
hide and seek,
a game we had all cherished,
a part of our memories that would never perish.

Rolling the tires over and over again,
shouting and cheering at the crack of the bat,
running and sliding so much for the thrill,
was there any fun that we missed?

Time seems to be wheeling ahead,
but one day sure we will all meet up again.
Memorable moments of those days,
like the sinking sunset, won’t change.

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Nadeem Qazilbash
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Fortunately, your real friends remain the same even if you meet them or need them after ages.

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