Vogue Poem by welkin siskin

For the vogue is what the world adopts to,
And in vogue does the world move on,
What can a nostalgic heart do
To undo memories and it shun.

How could one not love nostalgia,
Memories, and glide with time,
If everything at trend is enigmatic,
And nothing could stand fine
With the world we are leading?

Where is the hour of blend
Of nostalgia and present-day fun
Come with beautiful forms?
Memories are the sweetest undergoing of life.
@ Welkin Siskin