Nostalgia


It's the twilight again casting its spell on me—
A chorus echoes in the chambers of my heart—
Its melody carries me away

There is a river and a bright, bright moon-
A night darker than a forlorn love-
A mountain that looms larger than the firmament—
Many, so many stars that the sky is not enough

A nightly wind whose voice fills every corner-
Trees that sing and dance all day and all night-
And a rain that brings the sun along

Tell me, where did it all go?

© 2017

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