We grow up, we move away from,
old places, people and feelings.
But we're left with those vivid memories.
That comes like some forgotten aroma,
And lingers in our heart long enough to,
take a trip down memory lanes.
We miss the way sun rising somewhere making things lively,
and how it used to set after leaving,
everything lifeless.
We miss the cold, silent nights where only cricket used to have sound.
Memories comes like sleepwalking,
When we're less aware of it.
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PoesíaWhen home didn't feel like home anymore, When I had no place to go, When those four walls started to caving in, Whenever I felt like giving in, I picked up a white paper and black ink, I started to scribble my demons and miseries. Who says you can't...
