Old Becomes New
Hidden feelings now flourish within,
can one ever go back to claim them again,
into the past like a photograph in time,
foolish in thought with no rythem or rhyme.
Seems like yesterday as I walk in my past,
some things forgotten, but some will always
last.
Regrets still linger,
like a faint perfume,
as memories come forth,
in my silent room.
Where will this take me,
do I dare reveal,
as things start changing,
though I'm standing still.
New becomes old,
and old becomes new,
all this a mystery,
do you feel it to?
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