Flashes of light twinkle from the past Golden-brown shine, outdated frame Yellow city lights and smile Nostalgic days passed by But that past wasn’t mine I wonder how the flavor of that cup was But now it has become an artifact that tastes like dust and rust I washed the cup and served the tea I knew it wouldn’t taste as it seemed to be Yellow flashes continue invading my mind Forcing me to believe that past was mine Yellow city lights and smile Nostalgic days passed by But that past wasn’t mine