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September- 22- 2025
It Seems Yesterday Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Mystic Rose
Seems Like Yesterday- Mystic
Petals fall, wheels roll,
How swift is the flight of time!
Lifting the veil of my translucent memory,
The past comes alive with a rare fragrance.
It all seems like Yesterday.
Don’t you remember the very first time
We saw each other on a Christmas Eve?
Amid gazing eyes, we stood embarrassed.
As Time, like an unsteady toddler,
Crawled away on hands and legs,
How we simply stared at each other,
Unable to commune our thoughts in lucid words.
Later in the ripe moment,
When we solemnly held our hands,
How dazed I was by your electric touch.
Memories so green linger my dear,
As though it all happened just days ago.
With all the fervour of our young hearts
We were pledged to explore life.
Youth and hope then walked hand in hand.
Warm blood flowed through every capillary and vein
And life glowed in gleams of golden light.
We were lifted upon wings of love,
From the terrestrial plane unto heaven’s heights.
Days flew, months into years fled,
Amid gusts of laughter and tears.
How the stairs of life we climbed
Through what labyrinthine paths we travelled
Posing undecided on turns and curves
But holding fast and never loosening our grip.
In the ripe season how thoughtfully,
Had we sown the seeds of love,
Watering them with our saline tears.
How excitedly we watched them sprout and grow.
Memories so green linger my dear
As though it all happened just yesterday.
I feel the years have flown too fast.
Now life’s fire is almost extinguished
Sombre shadows darken our track
The night ahead is darker and colder
We have to accept the ineluctability of it.
Doting on the past is now our pleasure.
When we look back, we see the thrill of victory
And the tears of defeat and heartbreak.
Life presented us with a mixed bag.
We have watched the death of spring,
We have borne the heat of summer,
Seen the leaves drop in the mellowing autumn
And the chilly shroud of winter is about to veil.
Without revolt, let us accept the truth.
But till Death do us part, Oh my Love,
Let us hold our hands together
And stoically wait for the final sunset!
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