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
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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
