I turn those pages which hold your memories,
The album is weathered and old,
Page by Page I feel your presence,
Which remind me of our time together,
Our laughter and the silly things we would do,
As children the mischief we would get through,
The swing I would sit on and you would push me,
The tree house that we built together,
Promised to move in there when we get old,
You would share your chocolate with me,
I would let you comb my dolls hair,
I would cook for you and we would have tea,
Those were those days which now remain a memory….
Creative Envision 
Beauty of memories is that they never cease to exist. Beautiful memories.
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Yes very true Rajaneesh 🙂
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Memories are special!!
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Yes very special 🙂
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That’s really beautiful 🥰😁
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Thank you glad you liked it 🙂
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You have written amazingly 👏 💓💓💓
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Thank you so much Neha. Glad you liked it 🙂 🙂
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My pleasure dear 😇 💓💓
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🙂 🙂
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