Reminiscences
They often creep in, intruding my thoughts, Engulfing my mind with their very own melody; Sparking their own rhythm, the familiar minstrel’s voice, And leaving my vacancy filled with life’s rhapsody.
They often creep in, intruding my thoughts, Engulfing my mind with their very own melody; Sparking their own rhythm, the familiar minstrel’s voice, And leaving my vacancy filled with life’s rhapsody.