A Dear Childhood
Nostalgia that arrests the moments
Before they flee
Nudges its way into my consciousness
Walking me back to my first look of grace -
The dwelling place of my origins
Where voiceless my spirit
Near but unattainable
Still wanders wondering-
Speechless behold before we part.....
Oh thought form.
A tie Time cannot dissever. Only
What i've lost is what i possess for ever.
poem by Yoonoos Peerbocus
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