There’s something about the old records,
The crackle of a song long gone.
A love letter tucked away in a drawer,
Forgotten words, but they still belong.
The past never really leaves,
It’s in the dust on the books,
In the photos, the echoes,
The laughter that time took.
It’s in everywhere you look :)
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Marvelous Michael
I’m so glad you are here!
“Heaven and earth will pass away, but My words will by no means pass away.”
Matthew 24:35 NKJV
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Book Review: Atmosphere by Taylor Jenkins Reid
I flipped the book over in my hands in the centre of the small airport book shop. Although I had heard promising reviews of Atmosphere by Taylor Jenkins Reid, I hesitated. The synopsis didn’t compel me - I wasn’t much of a space girly. In high school it made me cringe when my peers would talk about the stars.
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Ahh, this one’s like a warm cup of nostalgia! Cozy, poetic, and wrapped in a little sigh of memory. Love how time lingers in the little things! 😊✨
This was do beautiful! Loved your wonderful poem!
I really like the nostalgic element to this one!
Beautiful poem with beautiful sentiments. And the past does not really ever leave us. Well Done!!!