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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=530495" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>An Ode to Nostalgia</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">As a child, I would lay<br>Under the willow tree.<br>Ev'ry warm, summer day, <br>I felt relaxed, happy<br>To watch swaying branches<br>Move in the sweltering, <br>And aeolian breeze<br>As if spirit forces<br>Had just been rust'ling<br>From heaven's canopies.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The rocking, zephyr wind<br>Would make the green leaves shake.<br>My senses, too, would rescind.<br>Half asleep, half awake<br>In a daydream of youth<br>For all its innocence<br>And childish abandon, <br>Ignoring forms of truth<br>To see its resemblance<br>As some sort of Eden.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ev'ry morning, the sun<br>Rose in a golden glow; <br>The day itself woven<br>To its crowning halo, <br>And I would rise with it<br>Though it's heat made me sweat.<br>I'd find comfort in shade.<br>Under the tree I'd sit<br>Until the sun would set<br>And all the light would fade.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So, alas! All light dies<br>As the night becomes dark.<br>In his bed, the child lies<br>Distant from that spark, <br>The old fire that once burned<br>At the tip of the wick<br>Of his waxy candle.<br>Though by now he has learned<br>That changes are phasic; <br>Each moment, temporal.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now, it feels like an ache—<br>The pain of passing days.<br>Moving forward will make<br>The past farther away, <br>So our time will thus stack—<br>Sediments of magic<br>Too alluring to resist.<br>How I wish to go back<br>To mem'ries idyllic<br>That don't even exist.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Tim+Stensloff">Tim Stensloff</a><div class=q>
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Under the willow tree.
Ev'ry warm, summer day, 
I felt relaxed, happy
To watch swaying branches
Move in the sweltering, 
And aeolian breeze
As if spirit forces
Had just been rust'ling
From heaven's canopies.

The rocking, z..."></div>
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