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Nostalgia and I
And I trip over old dreams
again and again…
Five hundred times…
A thousand…
Endless shaky steps…
Where I loved you
like a million blue whales…
And I often long for the youth
of those ageing thoughts…
Never ending pretty helium balloons
reaching for the sun…
Knowing they will never arrive…
And what a beautiful,
yet painful sight…
A sea of sorr...
Saturday 16th January 2021 1:41 am
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