Golden hues of youth, now a fading dream - tangerines in hand, a sticky sweetness on my tongue - lying on lush grass, a warmth on my skin - innocence and wonder, a time now gone.
We were once the lambs, pure and unafraid, but now the goat inside us stirs, and the weight of life is laid.
"Oh, how I long for the bygone days of my youth." - when the world was a picturesque haven
and my heart was a garden of wildflowers.
I roamed the fields and the forests - dancing to the rhythm of the land with nothing but the birds and the bees -
Like a photograph, frozen in time - all come flooding back, as I hear the words "seven".
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Volume II: An Ode To The Pit In My Stomach
PoetryIndulge in the ethereal sequel to the profound opus, "In Madness Lies Sanity," as this poetry compendium unravels its tapestry of emotions. With a delicate touch, it guides you through the corridors of innocence and vulnerability, transporting you t...
