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N.o.s.t.a.l.g.i.a. (an Acrostic reflection into the past)

N.o.s.t.a.l.g.i.a. (an Acrostic  reflection into the past)

Never to feel again the joy of a special time,
Only the lingering watery memory
Sweetly playing around inside your head,
Telling you that things then were so much better.
Altering the true events to become magical by
Listening to romantic tunes that conjure up joy
Greater than you could ever describe,
Inspiring a need to relive those long forgotten days
Always aware that they will never return.

An Acrostic poem is where the first letter of each line spells out a word ...in this case Nostalgia

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StevieC

I love Acrostics!!! so cleverĀ  to read the first letter of each line and that spells the theme of the poem- This is excellent !! love itĀ 

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lodigiana

Thanks so much Hun - appreciate it xxx

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Shaun Cronick

Nothing is too difficult for you to write Lodigiana, even acrostic writing and acrostic writing where each line flows seamlessly into each other.
A smooth and silken beautiful journey for any reader to venture on.
Hope all is well and this site and dare I say its good members, long for you to return, myself included.
But that's at your discretion and in your own good time.Ā 
In the meantime I wish you well my friend and thank you.
Shaun. x.

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