In here
the monotonous echo
of the machines
drown out the sounds
of the outdoors
the trees are still barren
the birds have yet to
return North
yet the weather be
still & gorgeous
I long & yearn
for those better times
my nostalgia insists
I once had
though itβs not yet
substantiated by fact.
insistent nostalgia
What an image!
It's a shame it lies so
It's a shame it lies so frequently