Nostalgia

N ights of silence

O f bittersweet entrapment

S olitude, my only friend

T ranquil musings abound

A midst the tides of memories

L oneliness then slowly sets in

G racefully, the past flourishes

I n the most harmonious of patterns

A nd far away, I am swept.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

... getting swept away by memories is always bitterweet ^_^

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