The heart longs and the mind remembers it...

Look into the distance

And there flashes into one's mind

A fleeting memory

A sudden rush of melancholia...


One cannot name

How the world seemed to glow;

When the heart quietly prays

Of that long-lost song...


Lips purse

As the songs pass by;

The heart cannot hold on

For so long, so short...


Upwards, to the sky

Infinite and blue;

One's eyes seek

What one has always been asking...


The End

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