The air is blush with color, trees brushed bright by autumn wind;
My hair, brushed back, makes me feel part of the silent artwork
That is my day.
The world is flush with change, with color, and with light,
And so am I, so am I...
I pause, wondering where the time has gone,
I was a girl but yesterday,
And here I am, standing tall, a woman, on my own.
When did it all just go away?
And who am I, who am I anymore...
Author notes
Nostalgia...
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- Beyond Words by Errant Panther.
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Comments
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Very emotive and reflective piece that imparts a need for contemplation to the reader. great use of your chosen word prompt as nostalgia doesn't just refer to the good memories in life.
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