Nostalgia

a poem by

At times, my memory foot
Just slip down into deep pool of nostalgia.
I become drenched and chilled in it
By sweet and sad moments of my life past
And present
Remebering of the people I love, still loving
Remembering of the place I visited, still visiting
Of every object I liked, still liking
But then appears before me suddenly
The hard rock of reality.

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