Meta memory

one day
all my memories will be such
bathed in sunlight
sprinkled with flowers
dipped in the sky
like they were looking out
at the busy landscape
of a big city.
or maybe they will be
fogged over with longing
coloured in greys
as if
they were imagined.

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About Aditi

My thoughts are who I am and I am what my thoughts make me.
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