Nostalgia
Nostalgia
Homesick, I peek through fields of fireflies,Before fireworks light up twilight skies.
Childhood memories ache to feel,
Love, consistent and real.
Autumn’s leaves make me miss you so,
While winter’s candles softly glow.
Springtime hope fights through the frost,
Blooming from what winter lost.
In every season where I roam,
I miss deeply what once felt like home.
Shelly Ambrose
Nostalgia Feelings
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