NostalgiaA Chapter by flaneurThere 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 AuthorflaneurMidwest, INAboutWings bursting aflame! I hurtle toward earth, denied by the Sun. more..Writing
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