Put me in a circle where
we discuss things which matters
instead of criticizing the lives of others.
Sit me at the table where
kindness and authenticity are served
and no one has ever felt starved.
Let me dance with the dreamer
above the mountain of possibilities
away from all the haters and their hostilities.
Let me walk with the wild at hearts
drunk in wanderlust and desire for meaning
where journey matters more than the destination we’re heading.
So when my demise will finally come
I can leave this world with a peaceful soul
knowing I spend my life with the right people.
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RHYMES OF MELANCHOLY
PoetryPOEM COMPILATION *** Under the gaze of the moonlight, The stars asked three people that night, "What will you give in exchange for my light?" The doctor answered, "I'll give you my sight, So you will see the world in someone's eyes." The teacher sai...
