Such feelings I hold in my heart,
As are the tender branches of a tiny tree,
And as the coolness of rain & the earthy fragrance of mist,
The nostalgia of the day I met you,
Stays in my heart.
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Crusts after Dark.
PoetryA collection of my emotions woven into poems. Wanting to express a few pearls of wisdom, of fear or even love, which would as well be crushed under the ruthlessness of today's society. . . . . . So, grab a cup of coffee and read away! :)
Nostalgia
Such feelings I hold in my heart,
As are the tender branches of a tiny tree,
And as the coolness of rain & the earthy fragrance of mist,
The nostalgia of the day I met you,
Stays in my heart.
