Blessed are the days of nostalgia
That brings forth strings of breath
Like the sharp sounds of violins.
My heart grasps at the moment
Thirsting to hold on to this past happiness.
The touch of its gentle grace
Licks my face with heated distant memories
And I fear I can not linger here long.
For the future still calls and beckons me.
But yet its tender kiss brings warmth to my face,
Wrapping me in its comfort.
Let time stop only for a day
And warrant my eyes to twinkle
Among this white reflection.
So the past may once again stay behind me
And the gift of now
Stay ever present in my hands.

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Reflection of the past is good, but living there will kill you. So remember, not live, but remember.