In the soft embrace of fleeting time,
Nostalgia whispers in a subtle rhyme.
A dance of memories, a wistful gaze,
Childhood echoes in a distant maze.
Occasions unfurl, like pages in a book,
Recalling laughter, each lingering look.
Yet some are far, beyond our reach,
A distant shore, where memories teach.
Old mates, like stars, in the night's embrace,
Too distant to touch, yet leave a trace.
In the digital glow of bonds that persist,
T yearn for the warmth of moments we'd missed.
Traditional festivals, now pixels on a screen,
A virtual celebration, not quite what it's been.
I'm an old soul, lost in the bygone ways,
Longing for the simplicity of childhood days.
The past, a canvas painted in hues,
Of innocence, joy, and friendship true.
Though time moves on, swift and sly,
Nostalgia's embrace will never say goodbye.
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