My days filled with nostalgia;
chilling in my bones.
Recalling some marked recollections.
Some dear ones has gone too anon.
Felt like a leftout kid with only the marked recollections.
Time flies and people change like that of season.
A little algidness and a deep thought inside my head.
Favourite days and favourite season,it is for me.
Though soemtimes you break my heart so deeply recollecting some dark recollections.
Oh!this pluvial nights and this pluvial dim days.
Should I consider you as my most favourite for giving me an immense inner peace?
Or should I consider you as my most unlike season for giving me a phrenic trauma?
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