18 years has passed.
Time is still frozen.
History is to present.
Sentiments—
Nostalgias.
Remnants of yours, of them, of us.
After an 18 epochs, you're still the same.
Emotional. Complicated. Sad.
Though, you always try to be happy and nice.
Please, don't caged up yourself.
Don't be jailed in the sea of shattered memories.
Do me a favour, don't wait for the time to unfreeze.
YOU ARE READING
Au nom de l'amour
PoetryAu nom de l'amour (In the name of love) is an anthology of literary pieces written by different writers, including me, which contains all feels about love. In this anthology, we will dive into a world full of perceptions about love. Are...
