Fear ice cold, impenetrable, beckoning, a shroud over reason and rationality, empty, yet bloated with the chill, the tremble of what might be, and what may not.
Reminiscence Recall, remember,Distant times from years gone past.The old days waned, the new times dawning,The ancients sighing, the new ones calling.Springtime of the mind and heart, aRefresh of the soul.Heartfelt smiles and remiscent tears, andShedding of all pains and fears.Goodbye and goodnight, to timesGone by and days which loom.Promising to all the memories, thatWe will meet again soon.
Sta.sh
