In this aura that filled around me
Reminiscing those bitter sweet memories
I was lost in the imagery, once my reverie
The scornful world, almost non-existent
Its demeaning clutches, to trap me, reluctant
As there was that familiar sense of serenity
In this place, that I'd considered my home-to-be
The innumerable bubbles we strung together
Bead by bead, tightly tethered
All loosened and undone, scattered in pieces
Although, the scent of the old letters,
Although, the scent of the old letters,
Still fresh, carried the familiar sense of serenity
The gush of words and fragments, that played in my head
Like an old tape, worn out, waiting to be replaced,
Hushed down; And I reached for the unstrung beads
For there continued to linger on, that familiar sense of serenity
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Inspired by 'Dear John', I just happened to watch again. Ah, Nicholas Sparks.
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