It’s ancient and probably shrinking but appealing and beautiful
Its gradual diminishing but the memories would never go away
I’ve kept my hopes, with the thoughts that brings happiness
The bad times came but no chances were given to make my decisions
Sunrise, moon days, I’m waiting impatiently for a frictionless magic
For the doors to creak, to make a high, groaning sound, like a rusty gate swinging shut.
The old, worn floorboards in the house might creak better than old trees which birds chirps on.
Stading right in front under an umbrella like I’m waiting for my groom to come take my hand right under the hotsun
Alas!
Doors and gates wide as they open, and tree branches creak and dry leaves blow around in very heavy wind.
For a once in years, memories of an unforgettable experience explored through me
I thought I’ve been forgotten and chased outta my passion and heartfelt
It’s a trend for me when when what seem to be shut on me resurfacing itself.
How I wish I could have my relations back down the aisle
I’m missing myself more often, I don’t know who I am
Life seem to be giving me too much levels like some marvel games
I’m here again, to enjoy the nature of greenie, seems deserted, but it’s the best feeling.
_My hope is built in my fulfillment_
_Dooors shut on me, now opened_
_I tried my best not to myself weary_
_Dream come true in the Wonderland_
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