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Lost in time,
weaved with memories,
It was but an old house,
Filled with stories like these.

Faded walls held laughter,
And whispers of the past,
Each room a small treasure,
A love that would last.

The kitchen smelled of spices,
Where meals were shared with cheer,
Around the worn-out table,
We gathered year by year.

The garden bloomed with colors,
Where children used to play,
Now the petals softly fall,
As memories drift away.

But in my heart, it lingers,
That old house, strong and true,
A place where love was endless,
And dreams always grew.
© Nishmitha Kotian