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[186] Mindful Days

When it feels like present
with no weight of the past
or the worry of the future
it was under the shade of a tree
with your hand in mine
when you called me mine

When it feels like present
when I slept in your arms
it was a night’s sleep with no dreams
even the fall before the sleep
felt like flying instead of falling
are we flying in love?

When it feels like present
it feels like summer
a walk on the road with earphones in
life jogs past around you
when you’re not inside your head
it feels like present

Rahul Gaur

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