Unspoken words, unread mails,
Moments forgotten, unfinished tales,
Between memories many, one moves on…
The story was short, but life is long….

Another time, another tale,
Will emerge …without fail,
One moves on… on the road ahead,
In an unknown direction, his feet will tread,
With memoirs and memories of days to remember,
Of a mirthful November, of a doomsday December.

Different directions, different ways,
New beginnings, new days…
One looks forward to a start all new,
Perhaps another new tale …of words few !

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