Walking down the street,
the sun burning on my skin,
the wind blowing through my hair,
as long forgotten songs,
come into my mind,
as memories come back
to my inner eye.
Walking down the street,
going back in time,
memories return,
flowing through my mind.
Walking down the street,
where it all began.
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[Dark] Life
PoetryLife is the most inspiring thing of all. It brings forward the best and worst of us, makes us cry and laugh like nothing else. Life includes everything we can imagine and is therefore the only thing a poet will write about. This is a collection of...
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