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| Sweet Summer Nostalgia, Namaste Switzerland |
I remember it was beautiful,
But so overwhelming,
That I couldn't appreciate it properly.
I didn’t take the time to see it through my own eyes.
The moments of happiness
Were so staggering,
And I thought they would last forever,
When in fact, each moment is fleeting,
Precious,
Important.
Like a butterfly
On the breeze.
Now, my mundane life,
Allows me to register,
How amazing that blessing of a butterfly was,
My head was reloaded with energy,
Memories,
Experiences,
Enough to feed on for another year.
The past tugs me into the future,
My mind clinging
To any trace of my memories around me.
The smell of the scorched grass,
Pulls me back,
The almost-empty streets,
The soft summer breeze,
Puff echoes of the past into my head.
The cool shadows of the overgrown trees,
The rustle of the almost-ready
Corn in the fields,
The scent of the air as the rain drops dry up.
