I can hear the wind whispering,
Oh how those days are disappearing.
Everyday is the same.
Endless longing,
I can feel my head fogging.
Everyday is the same.
I time travel into the past,
Oh how I wish it would last.
Everyday is the same.
Constantly dreaming,
I am never ever leaving.
Everyday is the same.
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Author:
jokla (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This poem I wrote regarding my constant nostalgia for how things used to be.
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Comments1
these words make for the beginnings to a great mantra for life
thanks for sharing
indeed, only by prevailing do we earn the right to reminisce nostalgically
on all that we survived and cherished
and that's reinforced in your last stanza
(or to me at least)
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