Saturday, March 11, 2017
Nostalgia Comments
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Warm sand, soft beneath my feet,
dusk, purplish against a vast night sky.
A crescent moon alluring and shy,
watching waves tirelessly nudging the shore.
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Ravi A
11 March 2017
Fine memories. Fine verses. Shadows waver and leave sigh - such lines are very poetical. Yes, when did we get so old?
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8/2/2025 8:03:18 AM # 1.0.0
We all have a small corner in mind kept for childhood, looking back with a naive smile.The last part o your poem is so nostlgic and sweet. I can imagine an aging face still wears a childlike smile when recalling the good old days.
Thank you, Cigeng. Indeed sweet memories are made of these.