Steppin Back - Recollections



Steppin Back in Time  10 pages in legth








          Nass' ia' 

              Alluring trances breathe into the night
              Awakening sunrise of the dawn
              Streets aligned - immaculate beauty
              Radiance, style, of intellectual class

              Nass' ia the town forgotten in time
              Venture begins, in knowing
              Enjoy your stay here...




          Steppin Back - Recollections

              Steppin' back in time
              Remembering days of old 
              Time of fancy, intimate perfection 
              History once knew of this time and place
              Once forgotten, hidden in shadow
              Steam power, hands of a clock, gears now turn

              Darkned night, days of light
              Shine, breathe, breathe from within the depths 
              Reach out, grasp hold - dream
              Recall, remember - a time from the past

              Silhouette, perfect radiance
              Stones aligned in a row

              Strings echo, depths if the night 'woken'
              Electrified, strings bound, it's dancing time
              Hear the beat, move your feet - dance

              Whispering breathe
              I hear your spoken words
              Recall this distant memory, for it be 'stills my heart
              I do recall this time, in which you speak of;
              Whispering tears, falling droplets

              Whispering hue, mists uncover what was to be
              Steampower, hands of a clock - gears now turn




          Melodic Elegance of Pristine Memory 

              Recalling a distant memory
              Whispering sounds of melodic tune
               A time - place of which once was

               Tincture, pristine of pure elegance
               Pristine memories - past recollections of old
               Colored glass, unique of abstract - distinctive hue
               Fantasy life - alternative world with a world

                Quaint - true intellectual beauty 
                Whisky - straight draught, not for the faint of heart
                Clocks hands stop to recall this memory
                Buckle up, steam pipes ' bout to burst!

                Whispering sounds of melodic tune
                A time - place of which once was
                Recalling a distant memory



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