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Nostalgia
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Poe'ten'ry [poems of ten lines]
The moment entered I the academia,
Encircled my mind was by nostalgia,
It seemed to me, speaking candidly,
As if the trees, the lakes etc. were calling me.
The same as before was the dove’s calling,
Except for the statues, the newly formed buildings,
More aesthetic the milieu does appear now,
How time does fly wondered I, how?
The memories let us live on,
Aren’t we dead when they are utterly gone?
