Gleam of Nostalgia
In moonbeam pierced silk haze of the night dark
two empty benches stuck in memory
in gleam of nostalgia in forlorn park,
surging on stream of lost time to drown me.
Two empty benches stuck in memory,
holding touch of our entwined emotion,
surging on stream of lost time to drown me
in the obscure depth of your mind’s ocean.
Holding touch of our entwined emotion,
our hearts’ mute pulses on the benches perch.
In the obscure depth of your mind’s ocean,
for our tranquil love in stilled time I’ll search.
Our hearts’ mute pulses on the benches perch
in gleam of nostalgia in forlorn park.
For our tranquil love in stilled time I’ll search
in moonbeam pierced silk haze of the night dark.
June 28, 2020
Photo chosen : #2
Syllable count : 10 each line
Checked on howmanysyllables.com
Contest : Feelings of nostalgia
Sponsor : Eve Roper
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