MOVING ON
well its time to make friends
with
the
memories
that stab nameless nostalgia into my guts
they're
gently drawn in sepia squares
or
drenched in old colours
with
sweet
round corners
time to play those avoided songs
and lift them from out their cold street bottle shops
and
hot
afternoons
from
long ago
its not them that are are sad
it
was
me
I have a whole raft of tunes to be avoided...
ReplyDeleteon a good day play one. i plan to.
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