Gurdit
Feb 22, 2017
The unsettled air,
The dust flying,
The smell of old memories.
The echoing laughter,
The silly pranks,
The visions of old memories.
The thundering claps,
The cheers and hoots,
The spotlight of old memories.
How we cherish the times,
Of happiness forever.
How those moments,
Are imprinted in our minds forever.
How we want to have them back,
The smell of old memories.