The sun hangs lowCasting a golden hue.Ripples escape the dash,Causing a wave of nostalgia.With the call of days past,And the nebulous future,Lays the content of the present.Relaxation held within,A stream of consciousness.Whispers and wisps,Of pleasurable times,Call and kiss the mind,With sounds and syllables.May the peace envelop you.
Tag: nostalgia
Poem: A Vision Only Granted
Foggy memory, held out in the air,Hazy colors, lost words, and more,Reaching through the breeze,Trying to focus the lens,To reveal the nostalgia. Books, titles, and more,From ages ago.Taking worlds,In glimpses and hours,Even days and longer,The experiences,Of dimensions and universes. Step into another shoes,Live in another skin,View through a stranger's eyes.These gifts the words give,A vision … Continue reading Poem: A Vision Only Granted
Poem: Stepping into Nostalgia
Stepping into nostalgia, Swept away in memory, Connection to emotion. Small touches of contentedness, Give fruit to future thought, Of happy desires of yesteryear. Take the hand of previous you, And pass it on to the you to come. Dream of the small pleasures. Dance with them, And let the emotions wash over you. Let … Continue reading Poem: Stepping into Nostalgia
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