Nostalgia
On those nights when the ghosts walk around your house,
And a strange child's laughter rings familiar
Even ice cream has no use
Days gone by, instilled in sepia
Flesh out the glow of love long past, real or false
Copyright © Misheel Chuluun | Year Posted 2010
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