Nostalgia

forgottenmeadows

And then there was fresh paint,

thrown over the old cobweb of memories.

Sun-light filtered through

the brightly colored spaces,

but the color of nostalgia,

refused to leave,

the red stained heart.

poetry and image copyright neha 2018

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