First Place

Sometimes we are drawn to places
That holds a special experience to us
It's what pilgrimage is all about...
If only we could return
To the place of our first laughter...
A place we said our first prayer...
The place we first believed...
The place we lost our way in the first place...
Then and only then would we find our way back
To where we are destined to.
For in reality we are bubbles of memories
Gathering as much as we can
As we transverse the Universe


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