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Wings Of Poetry

Filter#Daily Prompt#Attempt 68

While filtering my cup of tea
I tried to Filter
My memories
In an imaginary sieve
With astonishment I realized
There is no filter inside
In my heart and mind
I have no control
Over my memories
Like a puppet in their hands
I laugh or cry
Whenever they choose
To pass through
Depths of my heart
Towards gates of my mind
And just like water cycle
Forming heavy dark clouds
Unable to bear the load
They pour out rain
From window of my eyes
Making me realise
You still control my smile!

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