Friday, 24 April 2020

Moss wall



Little ahead

right before the curve of the remote building a moss wall of old film hall

standing there from ages carrying the name of my loving stars.

Now the film hall is closed.

People say the place is projected for a gorgeous hotel,

But, I remember the days how we used to flee from high school to enjoy the movie.

The kite is soaring high and high,and time is galloping like a perfect palomino.

Yes, I am there

Racing ...

Swearing for a matching life,

Moss wall is there ,a dumb witness of my childhood.


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