Anemoia
December 25, 2020
Memories flashing of a perfect time,
When the water was wine
There wasn’t a sickness without a cure
because the air was so pure,
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The sun was always shining bright,
the nights were full of majestic moonlight
Neither horizon nor peaks could be seen,
So, no one was chasing a pipedream
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The cities were small, The hearts were big,
Every season was spring
The buildings were distant, The people were close,
Every day was grandiose
Connections were alike yet original,
It was the time when civilization reached its pinnacle
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Our perceptions may very well be far apart
After all, All I did was observe from afar
I wish I did,
But it was a time I never lived
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