
Nostalgia drummed, memories old
Heart intese, a piano song
Radio played a tune unknown
People today, ancient towns
History recited, kings and queens
An old civilization, not to be seen
Today’s and tomorrow’s, falling leaves
Miracles hung above bending trees
I read through verses of joy and pain
They walk me down a historical lane
Many many truths walking unpaid
Old sayings become my guide
Wings wounded fly above the sky
Stories alive inside every mind
Scars surfaced in tales erased by time
They walk on mysteries, no one to find
– Jan @jahnavigouri
