Nostalgia
Naked is the truth, stored in memory
Old wine savoured for us to make merry
Slipping thus into trance sedentary
Time to time we do, rekindle the flame
Although in the now, things are not the same
Lightly we flit through dreams; life but a game
Going back also offers deep learning
In the here and now, wisdom imbibing
Ambedo musing, a divine blessing
01-December-2020
(syllabic acrostic rhyming tercet)
Copyright © Unseeking Seeker | Year Posted 2020
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