He laughed
threw another rock
watched the pretty birds fly away
To him
life was all a game
no burdens yet
never been tied down
But now I see
the birds lifting their majestic wings
flying up and up into the sky
the freedom he had without knowing.
And freedom like that doesn't last forever.
I hope one day
he'll look back and understand.
I hope he'd remember
the old woman
sitting and talking to his parents
on the snow-covered bench.
She died that night.
And I wonder, when he's older
if he'd ever realise
that even small things can inflict harm
that he could no longer throw rocks
without consequences.
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Random Thoughts
RandomAn anthology of poems, letters, long texts, unsent emails, songs, conversations/dialogue, memories and other random stuff. Don't expect pretty title fonts or that shit because I don't care about those stuff, and honestly i'm just too lazy to do that...
