On drifting winds
fly fragile things
the memories gone by
the peaceful dreams of yesterday
on frailest wings they fly
A faded picture, in broken frame
before the blinded eyes
Ever different, never the same
a river that never dries
Memories that drift away
on oceans of nostalgia
the blissful present of yesterday
unappreciated
Simplicity and happiness
Ignorance and love
the confidence of childhood
no thoughts of beyond, above.
All have once missed
that of long ago
Seeking that which is lost
we search
although we know.
Sep 15, 2012
Sep 15, 2012 at 11:54 AM UTC
On drifting winds
fly fragile things
the memories gone by
the peaceful dreams of yesterday
on frailest wings they fly
A faded picture, in broken frame
before the blinded eyes
Ever different, never the same
a river that never dries
Memories that drift away
on oceans of nostalgia
the blissful present of yesterday
unappreciated
Simplicity and happiness
Ignorance and love
the confidence of childhood
no thoughts of beyond, above.
All have once missed
that of long ago
Seeking that which is lost
we search
although we know.
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