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The Green coloured building



Blanket of nostalgia
Wrapped me tightly
Like a burrito
When I woke up today.

Past memories weighed me down
Go back to sleep they said
Relive those joyous days
Their glory finally acknowledged

Faces of friends
Spaces I hung out
Their authentic traces intact
Beckon me home

Ships eventually sail
Drop the anchor now and then
Thirsty for mirage
I drink salt water

It is better to revisit the green coloured building
In my head
The paths and persons more familiar and friendly
So I shut my eyes tightly.

Good night! 

Also : My juvenile post on farewell to the green coloured building is here 
It is my old school - BVM. Sometimes I get strong dreams about my school life and hope that I can relive them. I'm pretty sure I will appreciate it more this time around.

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  1. One gets that nostalgic feeling looking at old buildings that can bring back pleasant memories. It is only human!

    Hank

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    1. So bittersweet to think of them when you can't reach them now though

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  2. This is absolutely charming!!❤️

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  3. Far from juvenile! A warm and comforting poem (and gorgeous picture)

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  4. It was very useful for me. Keep sharing such ideas in the future as well. This was actually what I was looking for, and I am glad to came here! Thanks for sharing the such information with us.

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  5. Very informative, keep posting such good articles, it really helps to know about things.

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