In the realm where old times lie,
Whispers of the past softly sigh.
Ancient roads and memories blend,
Where history’s heartbeat gently meets,
Stories etched in stone and air,
Through the mist of yesteryears,
A tapestry of joy and tears,
Time’s embrace, both kind and stern,
Lessons old that still return.
Faded colors in a frame,
Lost but never quite the same,
In shadows where the old times drift,
A timeless gift, a cherished lift.
As the past and present meld,
In our hearts, their tales are held.
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Abbas
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