My mind is entangled in
Layers of clouds and thoughts;
Some of them are forgotten,
Some linger in odd slots.
Too faint and remote are now
The early memories,
When as a toddler I dreamed
Of witches and fairies.
Memories of school days do
Bring back the olden times,
When I was content with just
A few nickels and dimes.
But the thoughts and memories
Of youth, like a cloud-burst,
Haunt me yet from the day of
My ill fated love first.
Since then every day of my
Life has become a test.
Beneath this turbulent cloud,
Others are now at rest.
* Written in abcb 7-6-7-6 format
* Initially written as entry 450064 (now deleted) in the book MISCELLANEA, {item: 963917}. Posted as the present static item on 21 July 2008.
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