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 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 soulful
embrace which still holds me aloft!
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