![]() NostalgiaA Chapter by flaneur![]() There are places we leave... that never leave us.![]()
Nostalgia streams brightly through limbs of winter trees.
Under heavy feet,
snow and sodden leaves.
Ghosts of friends forsaken
reenact festivities.
Lilting sounds of levity,
wilting in my memory.
A shadow brushes past
the corner of my eye.
I turn to watch it fade,
and recognize my stride.
I returned to present day -
yet my thoughts linger between
the sting of opened wounds,
and the lure of detoured dreams.
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Added on March 14, 2008Last Updated on July 21, 2014 Author![]() flaneurMidwest, INAboutWings bursting aflame! I hurtle toward earth, denied by the Sun. more..Writing
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