They hold lots of stories
Thousands of adventures are told
And another world is known
We, as the readers,
we jump into it
We experience it
Full of sorrow
Then there's a flag of hope
Like a canldle light refusing to be blown out
And finally,happiness slowly reemerges
as if it had been there the whole time
just hiding
We find it
we embrace it, never even thinking of letting go
All of these remarkable moments
Suddenly everything is somehow incandescent
But still, thoughts also linger on the past
And all the shelves of memories
Whether good
Or bad ones
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found this in drafts too... this is from 7th grade.
YOU ARE READING
Feeling Indigo, how about you?
PoetryJust a thing for random stuff that sometimes go through my head. I think most of these are my failure attempts at a poem but I can't really write anyway.
