half remembered, long forgotten


half remembered

long forgotten

picnics of joy

are the scent

of long lost nostalgia

tugging at my heart, 

and perhaps, 

at yours, too, 

because 

words and hearts spin the same riddles 

and pour into souls the magic of lives unlived – 

the magic missed, 

the  missed magic 

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