For my third generation, my Recoureveuns.
thewonderfulbatch
by Caesarean Rayhan Cein
As we moved on, into that herd
A new region, we had never heard
Soon we found out, the anguish reserved
We got sick and fed up, somehow all are ignored
We get along, we joked and fought
These things I long, are now just a thought
Sometimes we smile, sometimes we whine
We kept them all in a file, buried in our fine mind.
What seemed disturbing, are now sweet in your vein
and all are fading, never to return again.
Oh, how I miss the pictures, those moments I've catched
The priceless experiences & memories,
all found in the precious wonderful ...
third batch
To my third generation.
You, RVS boys and RVS girls.
You.
I miss you.
I miss the way we used to be.
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