Precious Memories

Precious Memories short poem

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I will take those precious memories
And will frame them with love..

Looking back sometimes i wonder
If there were things i could change…

It was all my choice I made
Experiencing both good and bad…

Although it was not any of yours fault…
Perhaps evythng happens for good…

I hope the fond of remembrance of joys
That were once shared

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I love to write poems basically on love... From Assam.. M on insta nd fb《Shrist koiri》
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Vivek Gupta
Vivek Gupta

Aswm poem i ever read😍😍

Vivek Gupta
Vivek Gupta

Waiting for more peom of u….


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