Rays of sunbeam slips
Through my window
And the birds sing a hopeful tune
Of a simpler time
Long ago.
When the skies bleed blue
Of a time when all was colored
And full of hue
When the heat meant more.
When Sunshine rays won't hurt.
When the tranquil winds cradle us to sleep
A time
When outside was all we know
When trees were our empire playing castles with rock and stone
Back when the world was ours.
Back when we were living.
I remember
When rays of sunbeam
Poured from my window
And I was nothing but alive.
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Labyrinth
PoesíaPoems I made during quarantine. A poem compilation about eating, sleeping and other things. I don't know what I have created. Read at your own risk.
