Nostalgia

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BY VEDIKA

As once more,I hear the resonance of twirling sheets,

The youthful fragment of my heart beats.

As I see those sophomores full of zeal,

I try to relive the memories sealed.

As I hear the clinking of pens and pencils striking each other,

The envelope of sealed memories opens further.

As I witness the girls’ catfights on the street side,

Recollections inside my heart flow out like tides.

There are no simple words to describe the feeling,

As my childhood glides into my dreams.

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