Did the time turned back?
Or am I reliving the past?
I don’t know why but-
-I seem to experience the passed
The beauty of the agile time
The saucer of our spilled mistakes
Trying to recoup the broken bonds
By putting it back in the cup, reshaped
Is it real or is it fake?
I can’t believe the truth
But I can’t reject the flaw
As it hides an hidden emotions underneath
The memory it carries
Like a cradle holding a baby
Gentle as doves and wise as serpents
Which is sprinkled with nostalgic beauty
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