Sing me your olden tune.
Ping me with your old rhymes.
Have I been roaming a lot?
Ok, let me rehearse this new map.
Phew ! this breeze has been hiding a lot; as I’ve drifted with time.
Show me that beauty again,well written through your eyes onto these dusty remains.
As I’ve been a vintage flower, growing in such peace.
But still not yet in.