Never imagined to get back here,
To the place that witnessed of the love that we shared;
From all of the fun, sweetness, and care,
'Til to the memories and time that we spared.
Hopes started to build up inside,
Flashbacks ran like a roller-coaster ride;
No one can surpass our past moments,
No one can replace those lovely scents.
One-strong wind blew on my face,
Hair messed up, eyes gone haze;
Clearly it's just an another imagination,
A hopeless nostalgia for a hopeless person.
-Marxx Archer
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MAP #1: I Wrote This Under The Tree
PoetryMARXX ARCHER POETRY(MAP) #1 LANGUAGE: ENGLISH GENRE: LITERATURE(LITERARY PIECES), ROMANCE POETRY, TRAGIC POETRY, SPOKEN POETRY, INSPIRATIONAL AND MOTIVATIONAL POETRY, AND SHAKESEARIAN SONNETS STARTED: AUGUST 31, 2021 PUBLISHED: OCTOBER 12, 2021 RESU...
