_"...to live again."_
As I meld back into the
scarred infinity,
daffodils blossom
in my frostbitten dimples
giggles run wild,
over the slumbering
reminiscence,
the tide's ebbing away
slow and sure,
I kiss the raindrops goodbye,
yet,
the child inside,
never seems to die.
_"I wish..."_
Oct 21, 2020
Oct 21, 2020 at 10:48 AM UTC
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