Nostalgia
Misty shadows, yesterday’s gaze,
a soothing whisper, a haunting phrase.
a relentless tide, an ethereal stream,
a smiling echo, a hazy dream.
Harbour of recollections, where moments linger,
Ephemeral ghosts, a stroke of a finger.
Sepia tones, a past anchored in place,
a memory weave, a delicate grace.
Through streets of recollection, our minds roam,
lost in the ruins of a bygone home.
Dust-covered relics of days gone by,
blisters in verses, a heartfelt sigh.
Fingers trace the edges of faded frames,
lost in the labyrinth where longing claims.
A tapestry woven in threads of the past,
murmurs of moments, too fleeting to last.
Faces and places, a carousel twirls,
Dizzy, faintness, unsteady unfurls.
The ache of longing, a bittersweet muse,
in twilight’s glow, a delicate bruise.
Through the haze of what once was,
echoes of laughter, muted applause.
The warmth of yesterday, an elusive embrace,
Nostalgia lingers in the silent space.
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