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Memories left behind
Cobwebs and damp moss cover the walls,
Melancholy creeps slowly,
Yet the corridors hold memories,
Like a mother holds her children.
That corner the assembly hall,
where we used to sit,
And love without knowing the harsh reality,
spread its wings like a butterfly out of a cocoon.
we fell hard for each other,
And for the reality of the world,
Separation was a storm that robbed us of happiness.
© Meraki
#melancholy #memories #childhood #tenderlove #meraki's
Melancholy creeps slowly,
Yet the corridors hold memories,
Like a mother holds her children.
That corner the assembly hall,
where we used to sit,
And love without knowing the harsh reality,
spread its wings like a butterfly out of a cocoon.
we fell hard for each other,
And for the reality of the world,
Separation was a storm that robbed us of happiness.
© Meraki
#melancholy #memories #childhood #tenderlove #meraki's
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