We wake up early
Pack our bags
Turn the key
And leave
From one destination to another
From one memory to another
From one day to another
We breathe the air of a new city
Smell the aroma of exotic cuisines
Taste the salt that defines a place
Take in the shore tugging the skyline
Walk barefeet upon endless sands
Climb a ladder to the heavens
Overwhelming our senses
With adrenaline
As time passes
And days turn to years
As the body weakens
And the senses are lost
One thing remains
Locked inside our heart: Nostalgia
Nothing can take it away from us
It is ours
And ours alone

Beautiful
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Memories of fun vacations are enjoyable to revisit.
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Indeed 🌟😇
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Memories maketh the man, Frank m8 🙂
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Wonderful poem.
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Thank you 😇
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lovely
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Thank you 😇
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Great poem Frank!
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Thank you, Ajinkya 😇
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buena entrada Frank!!
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Love this! Nostalgia is something we always keep in our hearts.
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Yes. Have a lovely weekend, Sia!
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Feeling nostalgic even while you’re experiencing new things. Loved this poem. Hope you’ve been well ♥
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I am alright. Thanks, Sonali. Hope you have a wonderful weekend ahead! 😇
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You too ♥
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🙏💗
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