Growing up, i had always wanted to be a soldier. I was taken by uniformity and charisma during their march, liked how disciplined a soldier is, a soldier doesn't talk much, he is a man of action. But THE CHILD THAT WAS ME!
Yesterdays tilt toward tomorrows;
Time has a way of becoming vague,
Years be a hedge between memories,
Yet in the eye's mirror there was a child,
Responding to the harmony of a song,
Rising into immeasurable blue,a child
That liked being alone,watching leaves,
Flowers and the changing colours of the season;
Its heart moving with soundless music.
A child whose hands put into writing it's emotions, whose ears hear only melodies from the cry and wails of others, a musician
That child was wearing my name and my face
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nice reply!! :D
Thank you sir@thepassenger
That's cool.