Long past memories, poetic thought by George-B
Furtively, long past memories
Complete their waltzing and, as if flakes of snow,
Come to rest, noticed only by the faintest burn of moist cold,
On the sensitive skin of the forehead – You know the feeling
If you know snow…
These flakes of snow – They don’t belong just to a particular winter,
They come in no order, they don’t even belong to a winter season,
but lately
They could be of any season.
Most of them are pleasant,
very few are painfully real,
and even more so bringing back with them
misunderstandings of people
I have shared more than I should’ve ever had –
Live long enough…You’ll understand what I mean…
Unless you are an expert at life…already,
In which case…
Thanks for your time, reading this nonsense… 🙂 🙂 🙂
(Written while listening to Dmitri Shostakovich’s Jazz Suite #2: Twice)
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