The Nostalgic Breeze

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On one April morning
while riding my bike
to the middle of nowhere
I smelt
the nostalgic spring breeze
meandering on the road
I felt alive
and rejuvenated
at once
and eager
to write down the feeling
but suddenly
I was aware that
though the breeze is still young
and refreshing
as a little girl
yet I had lost
my fervent summer
since a long time ago