Nostalgia

Nostalgia

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REMEMBERING.....ALL THOSE WHO ARE GONE.....UNTIL WE MEET AGAIN

Marie Hunter Atwood - 1988 Haunting memories fill my brain Of days gone by, not seen again It is, as if, time now stands still. For proof it's not a dream, but real.Those moon-bathed nights and golden days Spilled like jewels in languid haze. While future's tryst postponed again Gave way to innocence sweet reign.With bold bare feet and bronze-tanned skin, Sun-bleached hair tousled in the wind, We romped and played and dreamed in bliss, Trading time for happiness.

Warm faces tilted to the sun We didn't know when it was done Without knowledge it slipped away To vanish like the breaking day.

Daily Prompt - Dusk vs Snow

Daily Prompt - Dusk vs Snow

Unacknowledged Self-Destruction

Unacknowledged Self-Destruction