A fleeting sensation

The breath of a different time

A hymn of the past

Floating on the breeze

The vague outline eludes focus

Memories of sunny days

Spread wide on tranquil waters

Ballads of naive youth

Time in its inexorable line

Glances backwards

Back to halcyon days

Which refused to fade 

And haunt memories

With a kiss of their saccharine joy

Sweet nothings of childhood

Whispered into aged ears 

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