A forgotten note,
In the midst of time scented written books…
It’s a piece of time,
Part of it has been taken with me till today;
Part of it was left behind…
Upon opening that dust-filled book,
A sudden breeze of nostalgia feathered cross my face…
The evening sun bathed the land
with its golden hue
and filled my mind with endless warmth
of the yesterdays…
I used to be here,
Which dates back
To a journey long, long ago.
C.H. Seow
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-reminisce-2/
