#1758-Warmth
24/05/2022
A different sunrise.
One from the past.
No cowbells,
Familiar scents,
Or sights.
It was once my home,
Where many memories
Were sewn.
But no more.
It’s still heart-warming,
To visit and recall,
Those youthful years,
Filled with hope,
Dreams, and warmth.
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