Flowing through the pathof a forgotten ballad,I landed at one of the old townsof nostalgia, of dreamy past.Each house, a block of memorystood in ruins, trying to protectexistence of its past, its glory.The pillars trembling,like the trembling importanceof these moments, in my life.Colours fading, roofs falling,a pale departure.And at the twilight of these ruins,At the …
[Poetry] “Old Town Nostalgia”
