We miss the open tracks,
Where we ran till our knees restrained us.
Till our arms could understand reach...
Till our bodies couldn't understand rest...
As we grow away from the garden,
The tear of adolescence will brush against our shoulders.
Our hearts will race like it was the first...
And when it stops for a second,
The buried dreams shall part away.
YOU ARE READING
Haruka Toku Ni
PuisiThis poetry collection is dedicated towards those who're going through internal hardships. When the feelings of wanting to depart grow too strong. If you wish to bathe in serenity, this is for you.
