I live in nostalgia
And nostalgia chops cuts and grinds
My memories
And blends them with
Flesh young and supple With
Feelings of the past
To the consuming
Daily deep thought
Where it went into meinal travels
I live in nostalgia
Where intentions motivate
Reality
Then there are those
Who readily defy time
Filing away emotions
Effortlessly
Curiously I envy
My self
As to opposites
Others consume all
My sympathy
And others give away
All their love
And time.
Addicted to love and energy
Clawing and holding
To stay on the peak
The other attractions
Drawn to walk into the cold caressing
Fingers to the means of the end
Would there be those who care.
The journey without strength
Has no meaning
There I rest a final image.
A beautiful flow of emotions depicted here, where memory keeps everything young and fresh. A lovely write!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nostalgia is a powerful feeling where most of the writers live. Your poem has a melodious resonance. It has depth as well. Bravo!