on that dewy
spring morning,
the scent of
wild daisies
filled the air
with memories
of
a forgotten age,
the sun's
golden beams
gently pressed
against me
like
an old lover's
warm embrace,
the magpies,
perched on
the branches
of tall trees
covered in
lush
green leaves
freshly
sprouted
after
a long
autumn,
sang their
joyful songs,
on that dewy
spring morning,
the world
that I lived in
was almost
as beautiful
as the one
my mind
yearned to
wander in
every time
I turned
the pages
of my
favorite book.
YOU ARE READING
The Adventures We Never Had
PoetryLadies, gentleman and others, I coyly present to you my collection of poignant poems that sometimes fail to be even that. These poems will be unlike any other poems you've had the pleasure of reading, but then again, that can be said of every other...
