Friday, July 15, 2011

Nostalgia

That day I heard:
Your footsteps walking by me!

Forever haunting us:
Nostalgia!

Many clouds filled the sky:
Stars blocked,
Paths forever past, behind.

The road that was one:
twisted into a thousand different roads!

My gaze:
Muted.
Reluctant to let go. Dim.

Abandon!
Till from the path behind
blooms an ivy road,
leading you back.

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