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NOSTALGIA
inside these connected rooms
filled with almond eyes
and black hair on albast skin
time appears to be liquid
they all reside there still
sometimes change rooms
wander around my veins
but always return to this
while they rise to the surface
each at their own will
I smile or endure them quietly
remember all these moments
filled with almond eyes
and black hair on albast skin
time appears to be liquid
they all reside there still
sometimes change rooms
wander around my veins
but always return to this
while they rise to the surface
each at their own will
I smile or endure them quietly
remember all these moments
Published 26th Jul 2013
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26th Jul 2013 11:52pm
27th Jul 2013 1:29am
Thank you Magdalena. Always nice to know you read and like my words... ;-)
Anonymous
27th Jul 2013 00:59am
Things and people are never really gone - just separated by time. They still exist, in our pasts.
27th Jul 2013 1:30am
Anonymous
27th Jul 2013 10:11am
Nostalgia is a special word, an old treasure box opening up, thanks for sharing, Ink!
27th Jul 2013 8:06pm
this old box has a mind of her own... as she should.. ;-)
I better not call her old... ;0)
I better not call her old... ;0)
Anonymous
27th Jul 2013 9:52pm
Better not,....just call her treasure box!
