(Bohemian thoughts during the pandemic but written later)
Never shall I forget the trees
the ocean and the barging of the wind
the sweet lil ladybird that would sit on myfingertip.
I shall never, I shall never.
Never shall I forget the wind
that swept me off my feet
or the midnight moon staring at me
asking for a kiss, to shoo the nightmares.
I shall never. Oh, I shall never.
Never shall I forget the cries of the pains
of agony, of death, or shudders of loneliness.
Never shall I forget the cries for help
the cries that dies, and lies on the grave.
I shall never, 'cause I can't.
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Mountain Souvenirs- A collection of Emotions
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