As we grow old we tend to go back in time, flashes of the past come alive and we fondly think of bygone memories.
the dusty old chair
all alone by the corner
recounting the past
dusting moments that have passed
second by second
unwinding every moment
going back in time
Writing is my passion, nature my inspiration. I enjoy reading and listening to music. Poetry is my favorite form of expression. I also write poems and articles on HubPages under the pen name "Vellur".
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