A crystal crown twin outside of the glass, the sapphire moon reaches out to me wishing it was as perfect as me
The whales flying near by the glimmering ocean enjoying the rain with the fish, but the stars wishing it was as strong as me
The glass is now wet like tears on the eyes of the grief, the outside world was jealous but the truth is they were only lonley
All of them were spirits traveling through the beautiful night but the stars wishing they had one last time on the earth, the whales and fish wishing they were at sea, and the moon wishing it was like the stars.
The painful truth was I was not as they described: perfect and strong. I wish I was the moon, the stars, and the creatures: they sparkled and flied.
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Nostalgia
Historia CortaAll of my most important, missing, bonding, and magical memories from my childhood that I remember and cherish in poetry form/short story form. By Tamara Dovodja
