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Nostalgia from some lifetimes ago

This silence is nostalgic. and she shall lead my fingers at dusk
It's been there before. and press on the keys they once knew.
From the whispers of the crickets calloused tips will reach where they must
to the opening of the refrigerator door. enough to ring in our hearts, a bitter rue.

The evening colours of orange and pink The lack of warmth shall never leave
Swimming into a horizon unknown for no one can replace her
It reminds me of distant lands. in turn I douse in tepid water
A few lifetimes having passed yet not too long ago. in the company of you, a traitor.

Something so intangible This silence is nostalgic.
yet still quite there. And I get deja vu.
It smells of coffee and of wood. So much to the point
And rain kissed air. I think I can still feel you.

This silence is nostalgic. SHARANYA RAJMOHAN
but perhaps it's never been there before. IYER
long-forgotten memories GRADE IX
touching an amnesiac's soul.

But why then, can I still hear them?
Naive and hopeful thoughts
But now I'm too aware.

Yet suddenly, I was too lost.
This silence is nostalgic.
but let her come and go.
She shall return once more.
when the land is covered with snow.