a thread of life

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In the depths of memory’s embrace,
Where time and longing interlace,
The past whispers tales of old,
A bittersweet symphony retold.

Through hazy lenses, we see,
The echoes of days and nights that once could be,
Moments etched in heart, mind, and soul,
In history’s grip, it shapes our mould.

For in its grasp, we reconnect,
With cherished moments, love and respect,
It’s a lantern in the dark of time,
Guiding us back to a familiar chime.

Nostalgia matters, for it’s a thread,
That weaves our past into our bed,
Of who we were, we are and will be,
An ode to our humanity.

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