i hope the child that feels so much all at once and one that's so easily lost in curiosity never dies within us and is not killed by the mundaneness of everyday life so devoid of discovery and adventure. i hope the voice within us which screams for validation and expression is not ever silenced but beats by its melancholic rage ever forward. i hope our heads never stop tilting in wonder at the formless ever shifting clouds spread so wide across the brilliant blue.
55, an ode, a prayer, a wish.
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Almond Blossoms
PoesíaNamed after my favorite Van Gogh painting, I try to give some feelings words.
