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Sweet Summer Nostalgia, Namaste Switzerland
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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.