Nostalgia

" The rainy day, i offer you my heart
And thus sorrows learn best part
Steps taken by holding your soft hand
Time stopped to perform errand
I remember the gault when cling shoe
Path amble, i simple to every move
Incredible i peeping your face so frequent
Other tick i down eye for ambient
Soggy grass, tickling rain, and that slimy ground
Clasping her though she walk, i walk around
Horn of buses i find not that brash
Apart this fist no time let reverie crash
Noisy horns, itchy rain now i can feel
Unravel mind of its being real, or reel."