Nostalgia
It has been raining,
They fall like petals,
They sing outside my window,
Clinking like metals.
They carry me to you.
They do not know me,
They only know the sky —
And they touch the ground,
Nostalgia is trying to pry.
Clouds had been roaring
Words were being sung
The air had been lovely
And hopes had once rung.
Soon the rain will stop,
The breeze will stay tender,
My soul will talk to me,
Wanting me to surrender.
The leaves have stayed green,
The birds are still alive.
But since I cannot see your smile,
Into our memories I will dive.
Have you already forgotten me?
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