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Inspired by a short trip to the town of my upbringing. |
| Nostalgia, an unsettling symphony Flows through the dark, wintery sky Draped over the world of my childhood Endless landscapes once remembered Seemingly twisted and stretched Into a clay of uncertainty Home, familiar in its glory Yet a stranger in the winter light Majestic in its new coat Homeward from home I reminisce The tangle of streets undisturbed Brick left frozen in time This small world I felt Though not for today A small shell filled with clay Nostalgia, a comforting aria Ends its haunting arrangement Echoing over the world of my childhood |