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A Poem of Faces

I don't know if I can fit them all in one pocket of memory but I guess it's not impossible. I have encountered so many colors of love, almost rapidly in a flash of two summers. Or maybe three. Things happened almost in a flash indeed. Love came and went within fleets of seconds. Sometimes it gives me a smile or two. I can visualize so many faces queuing in the lane of a three summers old memory. Face that kissed mine out of the most unexpected blue. Face that trusted me completely and loved my heart with innocence and sincerity. Face that peeped all of a sudden with a smile that faded with time. Face that happened to be shy and silent yet smiling at unexpected intervals. Face that came back and forth like the seasons themselves. Face that made me smile to the midnight dance by the speechless shore. Face that brought a twinkle to mine only to blink with the stars and stare from far throughout the sunshine. Face that brought me back from the stone-washed past to relive it and then to splash the darkness of silence again. Face that still tries hard to bring me a brighter smile. Faces of black and white, faces of crimson red, of rainbow hues. While sitting by the lone balcony under a thoughtful sky, I can think of all these faces with a smile clearer, brighter, livelier than those of all. And I know this smile is going to shine brighter as always. The shadow by the silent window is still staring at my silhouette. Does he even know that I am writing a poem here, of the colorful faces? He does not have a clue, I bet.
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