I have composed this poem twice before in the past, each time not liking the outcome. Today, though, I ended up with something resembling presentable;)
They come, they go,
They flit, they flee.
Duck and weave,
Come back to me.
Whispers, glimpses,
Echoes and shapes.
A flicker of color
Darts and escapes.
Words from a song,
Blissful days passed,
Nostalgia wafts
The images fast
Away and about,
Swirled all around,
Kaleidoscope visions
Dance, turn, and bound.
Bright eyes that laugh,
A soft summer breeze:
Things which come back to you
Occasional memories.
Copyright Hannah Scarlett 2013
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