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The.Aashish.Archive

I write about anything and everything I feel like. what i write, sometimes rhymes!

The Day

When it will pass

You will remember it someday

And it will be called the day

It will become precious

Without you knowing its specialties

It might be too late to know it was special

You are lucky if you know it in the present

The sweetness of it

The special tastes of it

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To be present in the day while having one

is something to be waited for and marked for

The Day is precious

and you don’t need a definition to define one

It’s special when you call it special

Pizza, Fun Times, and the laughs

are the memories of a day that is kind to you

and special to the ones that are part of it

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The.Aashish.Archive
The.Aashish.Archive

Written by The.Aashish.Archive

I write about anything and everything I feel like. what i write, sometimes rhymes!