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And so seasons seem to pass

one by one,

without a glance

they are only so casually noticed



And every season passing

is a memory slowly fading

But they are the ones

we manage to keep closest

Though the thoughts,

old, tired and rotten

Cling to our tears,

once dry, forgotten

Our hearts refuse to forgive

A Lover's first kiss,

the death of one so close

a painful bliss

that of a Lover's note



Photographs cry ink

and steal our hearts away

Nostalgia consumes

as our bright smiles fade

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Someone said today "Wow, it's raining!" and I was thinking... Rain only comes once a year, but it didn't seem so long ago last time it rained... Anyways, that brought back heaps of memories, and some nostalgia. This poem is how I felt moving away from Doha. The poem's not about me, but about nostalgia in general and how quickly time moves. I can't think of a decent ending. Maybe because there is none? Haha. Emo.

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last updated 11 October 2010 - 10:06pm
©20 November 2005 - 3:09pm — mellykins
20 November 2005 - 5:19pm — 41tulips
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I loved this poem. Sometimes I feel this way when the holidays are coming.. sort of I guess just a "looking back" kind of phase. Everything that has happened, that didn't happened, things that weren't supposed to happen. How times flies... you worry what the new year will bring. Anyway.. I really really liked this poem. Good job

Melissa Marina Flores