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OLDEN DAYS Rushing recollections teem from hometown corners Real life forever smaller than misted memories warped by child vision of twisted perception Laughter and regret entwined like fun and fear A roller coaster ride of past impressions long forgotten desires and dreams denied Unchanged streets resurrecting wants and wishes Or forgotten pains and pleasures an unreal reality of some spent day Attempts to mix the past and present, like oil and water Not a mixing at all, more an over-lapping or overshadowing by shadows of shame A slow surfacing entanglement of buried treasure Causing certain smile and sadness, born of unfamiliarity, rising, Lazarus-like Appearing and disappearing with the unexpected Predictability of some magical wizard dancing on those days of once before …now never more... |
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