Wondering how things used to be …
And I notice the logs burning in the fireplace
Effortlessly giving light and warmth, while turning into soot
And so did all those wonderful moments
They appeared out of nowhere, lit up my life with warmth and
faded away
Nostalgia is like a warm fireplace on a cold winter night
I sit there with the intimate company of loneliness and in
the warmth of moments gone by
Neo
I loved this.
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