A forgotten note, <br />In the midst of time scented written books… <br />It’s a piece of time, <br />Part of it has been taken with me till today; <br />Part of it was left behind… <br />Upon opening that dust-filled book, <br />A sudden breeze of nostalgia feathered cross my face… <br />The evening sun bathed the land <br />with its golden hue <br />and filled my mind with endless warmth <br />of the yesterdays… <br />I used to be here, <br />Which dates back <br />To a journey long, long ago.<br /><br />C.H. Seow<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-reminisce-2/
