A song plays and the melodie delivers sweet memories. I soak in the remembrance. Deeply, I breathe in the air and it smells like the past. The vision flows through my mind and like a low cloud, falls onto my heart. Bringing warmth, making it beat faster. It takes me beyond the now. I sit in another realm where the memory lives. Like an addicitve flavor on the tongue, or a refreshing scent, I crave more. I yearn for remembrance to flow in; just as I do, it begins to fade as the song ends.
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Author:
Leya Virago (Pseudonym) (
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- Category: Reflection
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Beautiful.
Thanks!
This is just lovely , I know the feeling . Nice writing you envoked the feeling perfectly , well done
Thanks WL, I'm glad you read it! I suppose then, it's a job well done. Thanks again.
Leya, this is very, very beautiful. You caught the mood perfectly with some incredible and imaginative word combinations like smelling the past, clouds falling onto the heart, addictive flavor on the tongue, and then the sad ending with the memory fading, just like they do in real life.
I just love your poem, a favorite for sure.
Thank you for your compliments! I am so glad you enjoyed it. I really wanted to capture that moment and I'm so glad that it was well harnessed! Thanks
Enjoyed it. Thanks for sharing.
Thanks for reading! Glad you liked it!
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