Nostalgic Voyage

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A gust of an old season came my way,
With many memories of the past tied to its wings, it did sway.

The paper boats that sailed in childhood days,
A message from those lost and forgotten boats it conveys.

The rainwater had long dried away,
Those boats stranded on a dry shore they lay.

I moistened those dry shores again,
And set those paper boats afloat to sail once again.

Hope they meet again in some turn of life,
If time’s flow separates, no worries, for we will strive.

A promise to meet, we have made,
On earth or in the sea, we shall not evade.