Dear Eva,
I'm just sitting here with my phone
Though I never felt alone
I'm looking through pictures from the days
When we always had our ways
The nostalgia in our genuine smiles
I haven't seen that for a while
Why can't we go back to when
To the things we didn't know will happen
Some may have forgotten the moment
What we didn't know what's permanent
Now, we each have our own worlds
And our paths have already swirled
But now, we have memories we can call our own
Look at how much we've grown
So whenever you come home once more
Remember, I'm always here to open the door
Love, Rona
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Fall
PoesieAlternative title: Autumn Melancholic thoughts, twisted dimensions, and fallen colors Summer, Autumn, Winter, and Spring. This story tells about memories in autumn. As a season changes, there comes another one. The contents of this book are purely p...
