(9 NOV 2011 - The
tears in my eyes are NOT really from sadness, but rather from Nostalgia, as I
look in the back view mirror again at all that has passed and will never come
again. dht)
As
I walk in the twilight of my Life, it seems as though the past somehow reaches
out to me – holding me captive in time – with Invisible Hands.
Memories
flood my senses and mist clouds my vision – my surroundings are muted as heartfelt
images of bygone days fill my eyes.
Remembering
people, places, and events and wishing they had not changed, died, or passed so
quickly – OH, Nostalgia's Bittersweet Sting.
[Dorothy
Hazel Tarr – 2011]
[Photo Source: Photos
of a Family and Lost Love]
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