Living in the past, remembering younger days of simple and
easy peace, nothing to mar life in my place of birth, know-
ing who I am, welcoming me home every time through the years.
Loving the splendid moments, blending and combining with an
intense provocation, taking me alone, allowing me to roam,
forever lost in the memories of my hometown.
Once so bright and vivid as I was living there, now only
present in their devastatingly sorrowful, bittersweet, loss
throughout life.
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