Nostalgia Poem by Tobi Praise Obanisola
Nostalgia
A mobile past, a source of joy
The times we shared; not minding what we heard
The times of trial that always made our hopes tired
The smile on our faces, when we gaze at the past we've made
The tranquile stream in our mind when we know the joy of love is alive
The fear of time, that doubts our eternalfellowship
The war of the senses, the work of the built mind
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