“Nostalgia” by Nayveth Vizcaya

Today I write in between nostalgias,
Sighs, longings and memories.
I lose myself in time and I rain
Covered in a fine dew, my soul sobs,
When this happens my tears
Turn into rhymes and prose.
Poetry is the best medicine when
Torments of the heart resurge and
Memories burn.


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