The Scent And The Memories Of Past Days Poem by Nero CaroZiv

The scent and the memories of past days sink deeply in my breast;
The gentle moments, the innocent infant thoughts stir now anxiety there;
A reflection back to childhood has disturbed the only rest
That was the portion of despair living under heavy cloud lair


I was subdued to vile stiff hard control,
I could have borne my wayward lot:
The heavy chains that bind my shaken, anguished soul
Had cankered it then but crushed it not.


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