My Interpretation of Poetical Ideas, Messages, Information and Resources.

That time

Thinking of,

that time,

it stopped,

a feeling unspeakable,

always unspeakable,

a trace of warmth,

and nostalgia,

it was,

the old me,

that time,

soundless and stirless,

flowing,

telling a story,

a section of the journey,

blurry,

and faraway.

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