This is a poem I have written in honor of my 4 years of studying English literature in Persian Gulf University.
Here we go:
Four years it’s been,
What have I done?
These years have taught me a life of eternity.
But no! These immortal years cannot be measured in time.
Time betrays us all,
Those memories of the past flew in a blink of an eye
What is left is our sad and happy feelings of nostalgia
Oh! It flew…
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