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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, wishes Or un-remembered pain and pleasure an unreal reality of some spent day Mixing of past and present like oil and water Not a mixing at all really, more an over-lapping or overshadowing by shadows themselves A slowly surfacing entanglement of buried treasure Causing certain smile and sadness, born of unfamiliarity, rising, Lazarus-like Appearing and disappearing with the predictable Unexpectedness of some magical wizard dancing on those days of nevermore... |
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