A Collaboration between Christine Bialczak (Stine Writing) and Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris
A scent in the air from the past
captures my memories,
tomorrow will keep them near.
Inching closer,
tomorrow brings a chill.
Mind slips back,
flowers close and drop
searching for answers.
Tomorrow looms far away,
nostalgia taps the senses.
Time lapsed visions loop
through my fading memory.
The past becomes the present,
fields lush with daffodils.
The good combines
with the bad.
Blue lakes brim with frogs and fish,
Reality is recognized, recalled, recited.
Gypsie’s Wonderful World of Words 
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