November 10th.

What is this?
This syrupy song,
engulfing me in something fresh,
something new 
yet rather ancient to the unknown past;

A saccharine symphony,
dancing across the pages of a nectarous novel,
spectacular in all its oblivion;

Brings back memories I've never even seen,
moments I do not know of
and stories that can never be retold
but will always be dressed in gold.

What is this?
This sugary shape,
this sweetened spell
enticing me to a world of daydreams
I have not yet foreseen. 

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