Nostalgia – A Repost

Are the roses in bloom in the Bois de Boulogne

Wild flowers ablaze in the cool Texas dawn?

Do high heels still rule on the Champs-Élysées

La moda high style on the Rue de la Paix?

 

Does the temple still stand in that fine Cheswick Garden

Where once we stood on a chill autumn day?

Do you sweetly recall our last stroll down the Mall

Is English still spoken round Mandalay Bay?

 

Outside passed midnight looking up at the stars

Soft glow in the night like hanging cigars

Are you  missing her scent?

Missing her taste?

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Nostalgia, nos-tal-gia, nos-tal-gie

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wistful affection

The same in all language, a distant reflection

 of those times you couldn’t know

were the moments of perfection.

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