Fond Nostalgia

Fond Nostalgia

The autumnal leaves tinged with memories,
Shimmer in hues that tug at my heartstrings,
My childhood unfurls in bright tapestries…
All symphonies susurrate, my heart sings
Songs mirthful, ’bout dreams that had gilded wings.
I flip the sepia albums once more,
Reliving the fragrant past I adore.
My wizened body that awaits winter,
Dwells in the fond nostalgic days of yore,
And wishes to close eyes in deep slumber.
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