A heart lost of its youth
A body lost of its innocence
As our lives sweep us away to every next event, smaller things become distant and insignificant
Do you know when you stopped jumping in puddles?
I don't either.
Today it rained
And on my slippery overpass
I walked in a puddle
I did not jump,
But merely stepped
And from that simple step I was liberated.
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Yellow Bathtubs
PoetryThe following is a collection of short poems pertaining to life, my ponderings, and other random thoughts. I hope you enjoy reading them as much as I do writing them. Also, I'm constantly editing these as my thoughts change, and I would love for a...
