Faded memory of a town

The faded paintings are redrawn again
The nostalgia of her town, her city
The beautiful haven,
The blazing sun that left me sweating
When looking for her home
Her sugary tea , her strange ways of treating me as a stranger,
When I opened my arms for her
Her pigeon walk towards me
Her father’s rough native talks
Her mother’s absence that I dearly missed
Her eyes that didn’t dare look into mine
Her persistence of maintaining a distance when nobody was around
Its all in the history books that nobody will ever read
Its a faded memory that yet lives under my eyes.


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