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Through cracked window breaks...awake
Nostalgia spills between
The slats of window blinds
With sunrays
From the old days
Of nineteen eighty-nine,
Hiding in my bedroom
As cousins played outside,
Reading fantasies
As the words fill my mind.
And new worlds formed inside;
Pleasant places to hide,
Havens of safety
When life got too...life.
The slats of window blinds
With sunrays
From the old days
Of nineteen eighty-nine,
Hiding in my bedroom
As cousins played outside,
Reading fantasies
As the words fill my mind.
And new worlds formed inside;
Pleasant places to hide,
Havens of safety
When life got too...life.
Published 26th Mar 2016
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27th Mar 2016 1:33pm
Funny how light or certain circumstances can trigger feelings and memories frim the past. I like the last line a lot. It does that all too frequently...
27th Mar 2016 11:27pm
Your words took me back sammy to similar experiences for me ... thank you :)
29th Mar 2016 4:28am
back in the day, I remember way back when, it's a trip how we remember sometimes funner or sadder, opens chambers in the heart, thought provoking as always Sammy...
