Christmas is almost here,
autumn is gone,
the days lose their light,
in the shadow of yesterday.
You can feel the cold breeze
that frosts my skin,
certain lost memories,
that in my chest want to be.
The leaves fall whispering,
secrets of time in a net,
in each twist of the wind,
they open a thousand wounds in my being.
Nostalgia embraces me tightly,
like a friend in solitude,
sweet and bitter memories
that mercilessly intertwine.
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From @asielda
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