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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