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The Beach of Nostalgia

That innocent face

That sweet voice

That beautiful style

That charming smile

Everything I had

Time made them to fade

When I stand at the beach of my imagination

Where the time is a vast ocean

The waves are the seconds, days, months and years

These have gathered the sands of happiness and tears

I walk on these

Looking for the pearls of your memories

When I see something shiny

I dig eagerly just to discover the irony

It is not the pearl in the sands hidden

It is my smiling portrait taken, frozen and broken.

© 2018 naive scribbler

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