To where I grew up
Take me back to the start,
Take me back to the place
That has hid me from dark,
Which awaits the adults
Making them constant fight.
Let me feel that again:
Silent nights' calming sighs,
Sparkling stars above us,
Sincere laughs, shining eyes,
Warm embrace in hard times.
One step home, native yard;
Apple tree, mellow one,
I remember the sound
Mixed with giggles of child;
I remember the smell
Captured once and called "nice".
Now those things I just miss,
Things that craved in my head ,
They'll be there for ever,
Keeping taking me back,
To my heart, to my home,
To my start, to my a l l.
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Connor Franta's bday soon
He faved me
Last video was the most inspiring thing I've seen lately
I lack of words currently
Thanks for paying attention to this one
YOU ARE READING
grains; poetry
Poetrya book full of lost girl's baby steps into art; could be inspired by randomly spoken words, hidden gems of our world, silent easiness and everything in between Oh, and... Full of stars and never experienced silent nights under the open sky
