The way this sun shines,
The way these leaves break away from the branch,
The way the wind carries away my hair,
The way those young lovers walk bear feet and laugh,
Reminds me of our youth.
The way that flower pot breaks into pieces,
The way these walls are silent,
The way these books are dusty,
That untouched breakfast on the table,
Reminds me of how my heart would clench,
When all you had to say is
You would leave.
The way these stars dance,
The way your head is bald,
The way your chest beard has turned the colour of salt and pepper,
The way you still search for a shooting star at night,
Makes me have a glimpse
That people don't forget to dream
When they grow old.
As we take this walk everyday.
Holding hands ,
I will let your fingers in my hand keep both of us young.
We imagined love to be what we have,
Me chocking on my breathless laughter,
As we relive our treasured moments.
You rubbing my delicate curved back,
As we enjoy a cup of sugarless sour porridge.
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I Will Find My Own Sky
PoetryA collection of poems 4th place in Kuru Family Awards. I discovered, They were normal, Way too normal. And there I was , Just a sad girl, Dying to unlearn being NORMAL.
