A thousand memories are made,
Every night and day,
Polaroid or mere time,
Memories that you will share in life.
Looking back, you will feel,
Nostalgia a feeling of longing shall reel,
Every scent and song from the past,
Will evoke a memory in your dream.
Floral perfume from mothers locks,
Mixed with dirt from childhood fights,
The smell of paper and endless books,
Is it exams or the fright?
This familiar emotion of delight,
So very strange and foreign,
But in empty roads of memories,
It’s a feeling you’ve never forgotten.
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