Nostalgia

I walked down through memory lane
Seeking for consoling words in vain
As i walked i saw writings on the wall
Stuff written before the fall

I couldn't help but hold back a tear,
Remembering that she once hold me dear.
To look forward in seeing me.
Those days would always end in jubilee

How I long for those times
When we do not end up as mimes
To feel the love of a thousand hearts
cannot be expressed not even by the arts

Here i am again pining once more
For the waves to dash upon the shore
There was once an angel from above
Who was the pure embodiment of love

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