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My Uncle And His Old Memories.

My uncle,

Whom I met yesterday,

Was after eons of time.

Was very surprised to know that,

Once upon a time he was a blog writer too.

He reminded ne of my old play days,

The days which were happy ☺ and cheerful,

Those beautiful days must truly come back when my maternal grandpatents were still alive.

It was a moment of great happiness,

To see my uncle and aunt again,

So lets rock and let’s keep rocking.

Afios!

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A Rose Woke Up in the morning.

A Rose Woke Up in the morning.

A rose woke up in the morning,

To find its fragrance gone.

It was floating around its baby rose,

The God of Flowers was making it bloom.

The rose was very happy,

And kissed its baby Huuuuummmmmmmmaaaaaaaaaaaaa.

The baby smiled,

And the rose bloomed,

For everything is His might.

Adios!

A Clay Doll

A Clay Doll.

A clay doll was made by my friend,

For her daughter.

She gifted it to her,

On her birthday 🎂,

The daughter couldn’t believe her eyes as it was a replica of a newly launched famous doll.

The doll did lose its shine yet she kept it her doll’s house.

Today, two years have passed and no other plaything have replaced it.

Her daughter holds it very close to her heart.

To all the daughters who hold their childhood close to their hearts and always remember it.

Adios!