When I left the city, I went from village to village, some memories walked with me every step..
My heart repeats, the sound of trees, it's like childhood memories freeze, recalls years..
The power of time is spiritual, how beautiful is the winter sun..
In a life before, many years were bliss,as smooth touch everything got vanished..
My village is the place with full of natural scenery.. People, clouds, farms, birds and greenery..
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