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Longing for past innocence.
#HomecomingPoetry
As I sat down enjoying the warm breeze,
my back leaned into a soft chair,
my eyes close as nostalgia fills me,
my childhood home seeps through my memory,
I remember my vast compound in which I play...
As I sat down enjoying the warm breeze,
my back leaned into a soft chair,
my eyes close as nostalgia fills me,
my childhood home seeps through my memory,
I remember my vast compound in which I play...
