Memories_11

Photography by Sofia Kashif
Location: Islamabad & around🌹🌹
( Randomly collected from cellular data)

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  When to the sessions of sweet silent thought
  I summon up remembrance of things past,
  I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought,
  And with old woes new wail my dear time’s waste:

Then can I drown an eye, unused to flow,
For precious friends hid in death’s dateless night,
And weep afresh love’s long since cancelled woe,
And moan the expense of many a vanished sight:
Then can I grieve at grievances foregone,
And heavily from woe to woe tell o’er
The sad account of fore-bemoaned moan, Which I new pay as if not paid before.But if the while I think on thee, dear friend,
All losses are restor’d and sorrows end.
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Shakespeare

• Sonnet 30