Hidden deep underneath

Sheets of paper from the past

Intermingled with artifacts

A time not so ancient

But twice forgotten

Is eternally retold.


Closing my eyes, I think

Of how it felt to be the link

Between joy and sorrow

When I was so simple

And yet, so complex

Forever the same.


Oh, to be a child again

My mind empty and full

My heart free and static

In this dusty, lonely attic--

--An archaic melody

Rings in my ears

Reprobation of reality;

Anachronisms surface;

Overcome by nostalgia;

History is relived.


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