Nostalgia

I just came to see, What was left, but there was nothing for me…to enjoy, But the only cry of the old, nostalgic memories, And bless once upon a time my dear companions, Dead? Migrated? Rebelled? Flipped or changed town, Hence after a while, I decided to return back, to see and remember, I came with the spirit of the drums, Full of energy and hotness of the beloved continent, I came with an open heart and arms, To hug and kiss the remained debris and sweet memories, I came to clean the dusty, humble sitting spots, Where I used to rest and cross my legs and narrate Some weird, fairy tales to the small little men, Lads token of my beloved old estate... I came back to see and wished never came to see what I saw, Just to live the old beautiful stories and memories.