Nostalgia

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Nostalgia whispers sweetly in my ear,

As memories of days gone by draw near.

A fondness for the past that fills my heart,

And brings a sense of comfort, not apart.


The smell of summer's breeze, the taste of youth,

The simple pleasures, full of timeless truth.

A life once lived, a world once known,

Now distant, yet not fully overgrown.


For in my mind, those moments live again,

And I am free to relive them without end.

The laughter, love, and joy they brought,

Are still alive, and never truly lost.


The friends I made, the places I have been,

Are still a part of me, still within.

The lessons learned, the hardships faced,

Have shaped my being, have left their trace.


Nostalgia reminds me of the good,

And gives me strength to face what should

Be done to make today as bright,

And bring joy to someone else's life.


So let us cherish nostalgia's call,

And hold onto memories, big and small.

For they remind us of what we've overcome,

And what we've yet to become.

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Nostalgia can be a double-edged sword,

As we look back to memories adored.

A bittersweet feeling that stirs our soul,

A longing for the past that we cannot control.


The joy of remembering a time now gone,

Can quickly turn into a painful song.

As we realize we cannot go back,

And life has moved on, on a different track.


The comfort of familiar faces and places,

Can turn into a sense of emptiness and spaces.

As we realize we cannot relive the past,

And must accept that time moves too fast.


The memories that once brought us delight,

Can become a source of sadness and plight.

As we yearn for a world that no longer exists,

And the people we love are now dearly missed.


Nostalgia can be a trap that we fall in,

A cycle of longing that we cannot win.

For we cannot bring the past back to life,

And must learn to let go, and thrive.


So let us cherish the memories we hold,

But not let them consume us, and take control.

For the present is where our life takes place,

And we must make the most of it, with grace.

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