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This is about the day

This is about that day, The day, the sailor flew away. On the day when there was a fair of water lilies in the canal. The day, when bees were perched on the flowers. This is about that day, The day, I used to wake up with the chirping of birds. The day, I used to look at the sky and watch the birds play. The day, I used to play with the moon on a moonlit night. This is about that day, The day,I would run to the house next door to see the smell of marigolds. The day, I used to pick mangoes on the way to the madrasa. The day, I used to run under the open sky. The day, I used to count them in pairs with my friends. That day, where was that day lost? That day, today became a fairy tale. That day, lost over the time. That day, this pastime of nature swings into a game of memories.

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