Genre: love, life, romance, sad, nostalgia, and hope
Poetry by Fernanda Wilt
There it is, lurking, the past
Comes smooth, quietly
And dump over them, as a wave
The damned nostalgia
Streets that run in parallel
But never find exit
In the present what are they waiting for?
The world to go around
And to overturn your ways
So your patches will meet again
Spin world, the pivot, as it says a song
Spin, faster, hurry up
Pass the time, torment
And put them again in the right patch
In the past, wasted, nothing was build
And in the future, dreamed, is where they look for haven
There it is, gloomy, the past
Remembering the delayed present
Delaying the wanted future
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