A Walk Down The Memory Lane

A Walk Down The Memory Lane 













Nestled in a bustling city,
I lived in a quiet, little house, 
Every nook and cranny, having a story to tell,
A lawn in the front, with a lone tree,
Where I made a princess snowman, 
On a wintry morning with my mom.
A small garden at the back, 
With four Cyprus trees, 
Planted on the day I was born.
I watched them grow with me,
Transforming into huge, evergreen trees,
Tall enough to play hide and seek.
A red rose climber adorned the porch,
Along with pots of jasmine,
That filled my house with fragrant smells.
The living room holds a sweet place in my heart-
The plush couch, the TV stand, the mantle,
And the fireplace, that kept us cozy in winter.
My room upstairs with the princess fan, and the Dora poster- 
I still remember the night light that kept away the monsters.
Spring, Summer, Fall, and Winter,
Every season wove unique stories that I still treasure.
The days and nights I spent in that little house-
Oh! How I wish I could go back to those memorable days!

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