Nostalgia Along the Promenade

The clock paused on a moment
And solidified an old footstep,
On the grass we strolled,
Alongside the dancing birds,
During a beautiful summer,
Smiling at our own souls,
The beauty of nature within,
Inside the empty seashells,
Outside the closed lighthouse,
Towards a limitless horizon,
A companion’s walk,
Even on a different season,
Winter storms gushing,
A touch of a cold sneeze,
Still, our blessed smiles glowing,
And we kept walking,
Greeting all natural creatures,
A goal was set on course,
With a companion’s hug,
And that was the old footprint,
Hoping for another seasonal warmth.


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