A Wistful Song
How wistful the song nostalgia plays
As old park benches come into view,
With memories of those cherished days
When my thoughts always returned to you
As old park benches come into view
I recall love's whisper in the breeze,
When my thoughts always returned to you
As spring's melody blew through the trees
I recall love's whisper in the breeze
Those songs of the heart were all we knew,
As spring's melody blew through the trees
Now the Autumn mist bids me adieu
Those songs of the heart were all we knew
With memories of those cherished days,
Now the Autumn mist bids me adieu,
How wistful the song nostalgia plays
6-18-2020
Feelings of Nostalgia Poetry Contest - Photo 2
Sponsor: Eve Roper
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