A gentle breeze blows
blows through the labyrinth of my mind
a mind with numerous memories
alluding to the bygone
a whiff there, a scent there
gently rustling the pages of my stories
blowing dust off covers
reviving the past vividly
returning me to those emotions
that lie in the abyss of my heart
reminding me of my vulnerability
reinstating the lessons once more...
...of my life
1 comment:
Nostalgically flowing thgts that you have tried to capture...
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