We've been walking for what seems like
Forever.
Colours rush and melt together,
Endless stretching fields and flowers,
Hazed with smoke.
The sun is hot on our backs,
And there is grass in our hair and light
In our eyes.
Linking hands, we walk on,
Staggering through the undergrowth.
Joyous laughter echoes all the way down the hill.
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Fading Out (poems about life)
PoetryA collection of poems about heartbreak, trauma, survival and recovery. Trigger warning to sensitive readers 🖤
