The glass clinks together
In a wonderful symphony
As I run my fingers over it
I'm unaware,
blissfully.
Lost in the memories, looking back.
Childhood innocence,
Ecstatic in obliviousness.
Breathing in the incense,
of inattention.
Sinking into the void, I recall
How carefree I was,
So guiltless, so pure
So moral,
So virtuous.
Shackle bound, I await my fate
Wish I could go back,
But it's too late.
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𝐄𝐔𝐍𝐎𝐈𝐀
Poetryeunoia [ yoo - noy - uh ] · Greek (n.) a pure and well balanced mind. a good spirit. "Beautiful Thinking" highest rankings: #24 in poetry #24 in poetrycollection #5 in think #1 in haiku #15 in feel