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Those Golden Memories

Poetry By: nid
Religion and spirituality

Tags: Sad, Nature

I just imagined myself as an old writer writing out his experiences in the form of a poem..the last para is just for the sake of a good poem...though I love happy poems with happy endings

Submitted:Feb 11, 2010    Reads: 108    Comments: 0    Likes: 1   

All the mountains and fields
Where my life was spent
How those golden hours passed?
I never still could figure out!

They were the most wonderful days!
Those precious heavenly nights
Filled with green and blossoming things!
Where life flowed brilliantly around!

But now I see the world
As a blind man!
There is no awe, there is no light!
I sit still unmindful of the varying time!


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