Old days when you could smell the fresh air without intoxicant.
when you can run all around the town with out restriction or fear.
when you can let your dreams be as far as you hand can
reach.
When you can dream the day you will shine between the stars
OLD DAYS.
Old days when you could sleep without worries about tomorrow.
when you laugh talk cry communicate without barriers.
when you can marvel on the beauty of the nature as you enhance the fragrance of a flower.
when you can gaze at the stars as you blink on each falling star thinking "What if I belong among the stars?"
OLD DAYS.
S
o what if you don't belong among the star? You can still leave the dream right?.
Anyway feel free to suggest a theme for the next poem, I would love to make poetry about it. Okay.
Salam°peace
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A poet by night
PoetryPoetry is a passion,words of wisdom and a endless possibilities of speech. In poetry we laugh, we cry, we fight for cost, and it's all composted in simple letters summarized in single page that's spelled in simple title ...
