Staring at the
misty past
and forcing
myself not to see the future eager to unfold itself too fast,
I wave at the nostalgic
strains still beckoning and faintly alive,
How I wish I
could dive
back into the
pools of the past,
To have my
moments last
at a place
that held me in its cradle soft,
That pious embrace which still holds me aloft!!
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