Once I remember when I was a girl so little,
Someone clamped my hands, soft and brittle,
There were people like thousand drops of water,
Who were rushing to somewhere better,
Where was I, was a sound mystery,
But all I wanted was to be free,
Somehow the warmth of the hand loosened up from mine,
And I was left all alone behind,
The clouds moved in acentric turning into blue and grey,
Back to home, there was no way,
What took place after is something I'll always try to remember,
While all of it remained a mystery forever,
Whatever must have lead me to after that,
Today it has strangely captured my mind, neat and flat,
Even if to one day I'll recall it all,
How will I ever know, "Was it a reality or just a dream call?"
***
Has this ever occurred to you?
You recall a specific incident from your past YET somehow it makes you wonder whether its just one of your dreams or an actual event that you once experienced.
Well frankly, its,
truly,
utterly,
completely,
and
extremely
annoying!
(......to not remember what it was, that is)
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Wingless Dreams
Poesia|A poetry book | #1 in poemcollection _________________________________________________________________ "WHEN dreams don't ride the chariot to your wonderland, When hope tastes bland, And your tears start flowing like endless water streams, All y...
