take me somewhere with fresh air,
let's get lost and never return,
you can be you, i can be me,
we need no mazes,
just the heat of the sun.
my skin has been burning since sunrise
and i'm used to the sharp night winds,
my eyes are heavy as i waited for the dawn,
tell me, will you take me there?
somewhere with fresh air
and just happiness and no memories....
-c.a.a.(8/12/17)
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haphazards
Poetryanything in between romanticism, physiologic whatnots, and some occasional going overboard and indulging on cries, sighs, shouts, cyclical disdain of the cliches of all that effin 4-letter-word and all the nonsense that goes with it...😊
