Amidst the golden field, I dreamt of a deep blue sea
Hoping it will ease the despair that breathes within me
Not wary of the fortune of the good old days
Uttering profanity at my minor self
Adultness won hastily
Fussing on either lasting or living is futile
Musing the golden days to seize me one more time
~the final will
Paodon
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The Afterthoughts
Poetry"The Afterthoughts", is a room where I bottle up my cursory thoughts, hidden from the realm I am existing and presenting it to the world where I yearn to fit (bookish world).
