The scent of old books,
pages worn with time,
whispering stories I once knew by heart.
A photograph tucked away in a drawer,
faded edges, faces frozen in a moment
that never quite left.
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میں تری بات بھی نہیں کرتا
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Uggghhhhh
Uggghhhhh
The scent of old books,
pages worn with time,
whispering stories I once knew by heart.
A photograph tucked away in a drawer,
faded edges, faces frozen in a moment
that never quite left.
The scent of old books,
pages worn with time,
whispering stories I once knew by heart.
A photograph tucked away in a drawer,
faded edges, faces frozen in a moment
that never quite left.