Dim vision of a world I can imagine, the world I knew,
explosion of colours, fragmented beads of light,
spread thin and evaporated. Now the dinge settles,
cobwebs harangue about my last leaving.
It all is bittersweet. And once you leave that pool
of childhood's indulgent imaginations for the folly of
reality's hard bite and cold uncaring embrace,
wrappered candy no longer has a taste,
and rainbows lose their magic.
How I long to swim.
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Please Don't Touch
PoesíaPlease Don't Touch is my first self-published book of poetry, written and published originally in 2012. #51 in Poetry, 3 June, 2017 #85 in Poetry, 4 June, 2017 #108 in Poetry, 25 May, 2017 #136 in Poetry, 26 May, 2017 #149 in Poetry, 24 May, 2017 #1...
