Old Times

Old Times

Sometimes walking can be a journey into the past
Sometimes, but always, this is a lifestyle
Hmm. Take a walk in a cemetery?

Yes. Switched off the present
Old gravestones are glittering
Beautiful music is heard
Calling another life

The passed souls are
dancing from their lives
Happy people live in the past

Switched off my present
I stay with them
I live there

Stay
The past
Copyright © | Year Posted 2025

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