Pensive....
A past romance that will never be again?
The aching feeling of lost?
Longings?
Once, a long time ago, .....
wasn't I too, the lone traveller in a foreign land?
Home, far away from home,
loved ones,.... across the miles.....
and it was you, on a mid autumn night,
that kept me company.... bright, round, shining.
Will you too, my dear friend,
be pensive on this night?
Who would you miss?
Who would miss you?
Your youth ought not be wasted,
As I did, years ago....
Your loved one's longing,...
ought not be in vain......
Learn to treasure,
For all too soon, the years would have flitted away....
And what remains, are,....... just faded memories.
And mid autumn comes, ..... only once a year.
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