I don't look at those days, come months
ago, nor year, sometimes I wish I could block it out
the regret and remorse
for what has been,
for what could have been.
Aches day after day, come month and year
when we would look back at the paradise.
(17th December 2013)
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Fly Away Home
PoetryHome, where my heart lies. Home, where does the heart lie? pour l'enfance. (2013 - 2014)