Along the corridor,
I walk to reach for that door.
I glance inside through the window,
to the room where we're from..
There are tables, chairs, where we carved our names,
blackboard, shoe prints, writings on the walls.
There are hundreds of memories I seek to recall,
in this very room they remain the same..
It's been a while,
one summer, one fall,
when all my memories began to call.
And when I'm here at where we were from,
the only things missing is just us all..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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Memories bring back great thoughts but sometimes a painful feeling nice work