Nostalgia Poem by Petru Dinca
Nostalgia
The sun is setting down… It's evening…
The fragrance of the past moments
is floating in the air…
The heart picked up all of them
measuring the eternity
like an old clock
from a far off and lonely country-like house,
a grave and melancholic horologe,
on which the memories of life fall
silently, one after the other…
The heart picked up all of them measuring the eternity like an old clock.....brilliantly expressed!
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5/7/2024 8:15:28 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Dr Dillip K Swain, thank you very much for your appreciation! Thank you also for voting for this poem! Best regards, Petru.