Sunday, May 19, 2019

Poem "When Nostalgia Starts to Pull at Me"


When nostalgia starts to pull at me
And I question who I am
And I question how I got here 
And question all I am, 
I hope that you'll be thinking too 
Of who you are and we 
Feel the same sun on our face 
And feel the same soft breeze. 

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