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Nostalgia
To the cloudy evenings that darken the day; To the pitter patter of raindrops on my window panes; To the sweet odor of the earth after a downpour; And to the rainbow flashing across the blue sky; I yearn to return. To the melodious chirping of the sparrows in the morn; To the starry nights and the bright moonlights; To the refreshing sundaes under the blazing sun; And to the moments loaded with tons of fun; I yearn to return. To the steaming cappuccinos after a cold spell; To the icy lemonades on a sunny afternoon; To the brief siestas after the gourmet lunches; And to the clatter of dishes on the eve of a celebration; I yearn to return. To the unending talks between my mother and me; To the silly pranks of my brother that I hated then; To the innocent compliance of my younger ones; And to the gay laughter of my friends around; I yearn to return. To the grannies spinning tales all night long; To my mom who strokes my hair, even now that I am an adult; To the chatter of my siblings on a Sunday afternoon; And to the commotion of the friends who drop by; I yearn to return. To the home of my immortal memories; To the land of my constant dreams; And to the place where I feel I belong; I yearn to return. Mar.23,’05.
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