Nostalgia Poem by Noah Collins

Nostalgia



Nostalgia runs through me
I miss her quite dearly
The vacancy of her beauty
Pains me inside.
It's like watching
a butterfly die.
All that grace and beauty gone in an instant,
and all you're left with is a fleeting memory
of the times that once were.

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