I saw a glimmer of hope
in the temples of a stranger,
found some photographs
on my cabinet, that gave
me a sensation that;
things can and will go back
to their good old ways.
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Self Taught Reality | a poetry book
PoesíaPoetry books aren't that popular here but that should change, so I'm giving it a go. Writing is all I do besides school so poems are the only way I've found works to pour all the painfully abstract thoughts out of my head. I hope someone out there...
The Start of Spring
I saw a glimmer of hope
in the temples of a stranger,
found some photographs
on my cabinet, that gave
me a sensation that;
things can and will go back
to their good old ways.
