There will be time to look back,
A time to regret and enjoy my guilt.
There will be time for me to pack
My memories and hopes that I built
Forgetting my scars and letting go.
Author: WILDsound Festival
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Pass back my rose tinted glasses, Poetry by Vasudha Sahgal
Pass back my rose tinted glasses,
Let me see the candy blue
Where there is grey of smog.
Let me see the poppy field reds
Where the opium junkies lie, in their reveries lost.
