Nostalgic - Poem by Kewayne Wadley
The feeling music gives.
A reversal of history made in thought.
An reverb in retrospect.
The warmth of your vocals.
A reverend giving life in the touch of his words.
A revamp of testimony preached, heard by the eyes that close.
Seeping deeper in thought.
A revenant of feelings lost.
Found in revelation.
An old school love found by re-recorded lips as history repeats itself.
Black vinyl turns to silver plastic.
A spinning disk.
Retrofitted to a digital press.
Made public but still private.
Creating memories stuffed inside of earbuds,
Echoing through ear canels.
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