Nostalgia
An occurrence of tranquil night,
Each are free from agitation
A sudden activation of imagination
Thinking of auld lang syne
Wholly vivid.
A limpid picture of childhood days,
That is very happy with just a hay.
And days I play,
And nights I play
with my buddies along the way.
We love to eat sweets,
And enjoying every corner of the street.
And afraid for a yell for us to sleep.
But this nostalgia cannot extend,
As my childhood day has an end.
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