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Apr 2020
Standing in a place so familiar
A place where memories were once made
A place where imaginary giggles still echoed.

I can see myself in every corner
Laughing,
Playing,
Seldom, crying.

A place that was once mine
And now, is someone else's.

I looked up the sky, still the same
The stars still up there
Smiling at me
The moon still in the same spot,
Just like the last time I was there
The floor is so dusty
That I begin to wonder if anyone still lived there.

I looked up at the moon-lit sky once more
This time, my glance fell on the three bright stars of the Orion 's belt
I think of my little family ;
Me in the middle,
My parents on either sides.
It' s the only place where,
I can see us together now
For, they too, like this
'Dusty- old terrace',
have become
bitter sweet memories
That do nothing, but warm up my heart
And let tears
roll down my cheeks.
Agnes Lyndy
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Agnes Lyndy  F
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   --- and Wyatt
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