My mind is filled with a longing,
What wouldn’t I do to be young again?
A Trip I take down the memory lane,
To forget things, as I try in vain,
In it I look for a sense of belonging.
A Trip I take down the memory lane,
My mind is filled with a longing.
Mmm...I like pensive...goodness girl, you are fast...i just posted. Thanks for stopping by...looks like we both reached back into the times.
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