A Familiar Melody Poem by Robert Beksinski
A Familiar Melody
Nostalgic music floods my mind
I open my eyes to see an ancient world
In black and white, stricken with memories
Pondering in a still life garden
Engulfed with rose petals, I cry
The immense beauty of the past
Inhaled through the nostrils
Of a time once before
Our years were claimed by the clock
But I must return
To where we stand now listening
And I close my eyes
The sweet sound stops
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