We were soaring
And the pain was invisible
Our visions
Our motivation
The rush of time
The seconds went by
Windows opened freely
No difficulty in being happy
They say dreamers never die
Yet here we are
~N
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Waves
PoetryThese waves can only be painted with the brush of words, the people only being washed away in this unfathomable sea. ~N [#5 in Poetry on 8/2/18]
