Nostalgia
Shadows from the past
a glimpse of yesterday.
Appear before my eyes
then slowly melt away.
Shadows in the distance
a presence I can feel.
Haunted by the past
the silence seems unreal.
A little glimpse of heaven
that slowly melts away.
Every vision holds a memory
and my dreams from yesterday.
A Strand (1075) Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
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