this soul remembers, those walks on the beach, the sand caressing the feet, the sun going down, the

this soul remembers,
those walks on the beach,
the sand caressing the feet,
the sun going down,
the sky turning pink,
the kids playing and the love birds shyly flirting,
some conversations and songs,
some persons that came accross.
and now,
it does feel empty.
you are left, alone,
with your thoughts and your own self.
aren’t you? (à Juhu, Maharashtra, India)
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