Faint reminiscences

A Poem by beRseRk

Nostalgia

Faint reminiscences sometimes
knock by my oaken door
sometimes they come
and talk to me
of empyrean highlands,
our home,
whence they descend
to comfort my exile
When the winters approach
they descend to help me
repair my oaken house
they furnish the walls with dreams
coloring my niche
with the hues of home

© 2012 beRseRk

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Added on February 6, 2012
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beRseRk

Delhi, New Delhi, India

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I create. I create when in doubt , I create when I am sad and I create when I am elated. I create to escape the dull and bland life that I have. I create to live the fantastical dreams that I harbor. .. more..

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