If I should meet you again,
For you,
I will give you back your freedom to feel.
For that moment,
I will let all the hurt you've bottled up drip,
And I will taste it.
Between the valley and the hill is where we will sit,
Under the sweating sand we will soak our feet.
Enjoy how the sand feels on our skin,
Feed on the smell of the woods,
Listen to the sounds of our heartbeat.
Let these small things tingle our senses
And teach us to feel again.
As we lean on the feathers of our solitude.
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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.
