A poem about a dream
As I took a breath, this morning
I wondered what it'd be
To be a body without life
and a body without feel
What feels like such a trauma
is also a reason to live
Cuz this is how we learn to fly after a fall
and how we dare to dare
I've known a lot of stories
and eyes that would tell more tales
But not every soul would speak up
nor every silence would stay put
I longed to take a s...
Friday 22nd March 2019 9:09 am

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