Sometimes past pains
Haunt my thoughts
Play wicked mind games
Calling me names
I fight hard
To stop these tears
flooding my eyes
Speaking of
past years
Memories Return
with damp breeze
good or bad
Still histories
I am complete
In my brokenness
Life replete
With experience
You will see me
Walk alone
Where the Sunsets
I will be gone
Nalini
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