The laughter of lilies
A warmhearted stream
The weakness of Achilles
Among his waking dream
Flowing through the realm
How heavenly the sound
Left to roam seldom
Nature once lost however found
It beckons you to wander
Find the ponds and the depths
It interests you to ponder
The history behind its cracks
The ones you thought it lacks
Shedding light on newfound facts
Charting undiscovered maps
As you stray from your past
You rejoice at the thought of never going back
You've made yourself free to react
You've made yourself free at last.
YOU ARE READING
Eunoia
Poetry{ONGOING} Poetry from the mending mind ❝I am soft again, there is water and it surrounds me, there is feeling and I can feel it, I am awake and alive and swollen and heavy with love, I am changing and I am loving change.❞ © AVA
