nostalgia.

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Like a scent you can no longer capture

But still looms around you

You can’t discern its purpose

Or the way it moves you

Its presence brings fire

Makes wind shift

Opens your heart

And has you believing again

Nostalgia, my beloved, you do not appear often…

But when you do

You leave a trail of glorious sunsets

Colors blazing,

That cast magic in my soul

And my memory of such a fond moment remains with you…

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