Like a pond has a reflection, as does the mind.
When it is still, a recollection appears.
Whether it be body, mind, or spirit;
These apparitions can haunt you,
Make you full of joy,
Or simply leave you numb.
Scent of memories linger.
Recalling the aromas of old,
Rekindles a long forgotten thought.
Lost ancients pass through the conscience.
Flooding back in like an apocalyptic flood.
But this inundation is not one to frighten.
A calm, soothing comes over,
As a familiar sensation welcoming you home.
When it is still, a recollection appears.
Whether it be body, mind, or spirit;
These apparitions can haunt you,
Make you full of joy,
Or simply leave you numb.
Scent of memories linger.
Recalling the aromas of old,
Rekindles a long forgotten thought.
Lost ancients pass through the conscience.
Flooding back in like an apocalyptic flood.
But this inundation is not one to frighten.
A calm, soothing comes over,
As a familiar sensation welcoming you home.
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