I remember everything,
But it seems to be so dull,
I dive into my imaginations,
And get a flash of moments,
Dolphins in the seas,
Waiting to be healed,
Butterflies fly up high,
But drown into the ocean,
As soon as they die.
Nightingales singing songs,
But they lose them all,
As soon as their souls are gone.
People suffering pain,
And shedding their tears like rain,
The tear drops fall in my palm,
And I try to remove them all.
But do we know why we are here for,
Do we know the reason to our falls?
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Ever had any imagination? I had this imagination today while I was gazing outside the window so I just wrote it down.If you had any imagination share it with me in the comment section below I would luv to know it!
Thank you luv yall xx! ^.^
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PoetryPoetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance......Poetry is a clear expression of mixed feelings....to me, poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found its words. Highest rank: 27
