The lyrics of a soulful melody takes me back.
Each stanza possesses a pang of self-pity.
Perhaps the writer appropriated my diary.
I must rewrite those memories.
And then maybe, I'll find that fanciful feeling
in the work of another thieving artist.
2 comments:
Interesting topic. I have a similar blog post on the topic. Don't we all get transported back with songs and books and deja vus said by people around us?
Right, I wish we could leave those memories where we left those individuals.
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