The August sunshine beach is inviting me to stroll with a Brazilian swagger into the waters of nostalgia. . .
Nostalgia Overwhelms Me Here In This Place
You left our world walking away.
Just left me your picture,
a verse of your song,
a blue scarf with your perfume,
embroidery and a flower.
The scarf has lost its smell,
and photo has yellowed.
The embroidery I still have.
The flower has lost it's petals,
But what I keep in my heart, my love,
time has not erased.
