Nostalgia - 2

 

A pretty new dress, a sweet perfume, a new haircut and shoes hand-sewn,

New people, new job, but this new world felt my own.

The walls looked familiar, like distant cousins or a family affair.

The trees felt like sweet old people, their leaves smelled like incense air.

            A random pebble, not black not brown,

            Seemed comfortable in my pincer grip,

            Its weight just right to be farthest thrown,

            Reminded me of my favorite beach trip.

The streets, the grounds, the temples, and all the sounds,

Barely different from memories of the day-dream,

Was I here then? Am I here now? Is it déjà vu? Or the same black currant ice cream?!

            A lot has changed, but nothing really did,

            Now a little less miserable was the fat kid.

            Without a clue of the destiny due,

            I strolled ahead with nostalgia of the new.

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