Lingerings From The Past Poem by Han Min Ohn

A memory of the far away past
Poking my mind without a rest
Like a shadow that always casts
Under the light, its delightful jest

A whisper from many years away
Making my eardrums gently sway
Like a whirlwind that gaily plays
Nobody’s words will it obey.

A fragrance that is long known and lost
Loitering around my nose in a frost
Like a flower that blossoms at all cost
Not knowing that the end will be worst.

A moment of the long, long past
Haunting my insight in its quest
Like a mirage from the desert so vast
The image arising from rustling dust.