--When It Still Was Eden--
The silence spoke everything that needed to be said.
In our minds we counted the what ifs and what nots.
In our minds we went back to that first afternoon,
when we didn’t know yet how to fly
and walking was all we could do.
In our minds we didn’t sprout wings
and didn’t reach for the stars.
In our minds we didn’t leave that road,
and we were still the children we once were,
naked, barefoot and without a care in the world.
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Imāginem [Poems and Wannabes]
PoetryPoetry is one of my biggest frustrations. Bigger than singing with vibrato, but not as big as dancing. Still, I like writing poems, so, here goes... (Cover photo is credited to whoever owns it.)
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