The Gift
I found a rusted trunk
Accidently, in a corner of
My storage room
Eagerly I opened it
That was filled with my textbooks
Almost of the elementary school
Most of its were white ants eaten
Except the top of a peacock feather
A gift given my girlfriend at the school
Now the past becomes present
Remember the green eyed girl
And the moments we spend beside lily ponds
Fishing in shallow river
Playing in muds under the rain
And many many
that makes me happy now
a relief from the boring life now .
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