Fairytale
The cool breeze began to unfold memories.
It all came back, the tales
that were stuck in my mind.
How the things haven't changed, yet
changed a lot.
The pace of the wind changed,
turning those pages right before my eyes.
It made me relive; the times
that I smiled, the times
I despised.
In search of a happy ending, I read it by line.
It was the end of a page, not the end of a fairytale.
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