I'm bored, someday I'll change from poems to songs... that'll be more interesting.
Here's for the day.
Nostalgia
The streaks across the window
blur the oranges of the leaves.
Dew wraps around the single spider web
in the rose bush, and the sounds
of the orchestra are an impression of nostalgia.
My memory seizes the obsolete,
hailing its radiance.
The sun cups the room through the blinds,
extending its rays for every embrace.
Yet I cannot reach its arms,
and my sighs are of a forsaken legend.
Stillness conquers my soul,
and the restrains of recollection
are humbled for a while longer.
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