Crowded streets filled with memories
each one with their own.
Moments of love, moments of despair
none we can now disown.
Passing time has the power to mend
while busy lives help us forget.
Layers of emotions still stay on
ages after they are erased as regret.
Now and then it surfaces again
to reminisce us of those varied times.
Some turns us nostalgic while
we revolt to forget the rest.
If only we choose moments
that we freeze,
Would it be your joyous wins
or rather your innocent grins ?

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