In the child of imagination oceans start to fade.
In the dying of understanding the ports echo.
In the streets of death children whisper.
In the dreams of tears the spirit journey,
In the the child of understanding the memories whisper,
amongst the shadows of ourselves the poets sleep.
Before the moment the poets rejoice,
beneath the harmony the leaves mourn.
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The Way Of Life (#Wattys 2016)
PoetryI've learned in life, that you'll never be able to move on if you keep regretting the past, it's hard moving on if you keep looking back, instead we should focus on the future and what awaits us, A few poems xx I either made or found very inspiring...
