There's a story longing to be told, There are emotions craving to be sold, There are inhibitions waiting to be bold, But there's a corner which is always cold. There is this reel of life which rolled, There are pages which gradually fold, There are moments, we wanted to cease but unable to hold, There were stages although lost but gold. Though old, i still hold those cold days closely as gold, And speak out those untold stories as I unfold more pages of life being bold. #NojotoQuote The Untold
