Do you think we can ever
go back to the way things were?
When you loved me
And we flew kites together
In the warm breeze of summer
Covered with sheer, white linens
And beige, woven hats
How I miss that
But I doubt you feel the same
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Poems of an anchor
PoetryI'm a poet, and yes, I know it I am very fond of poetry and writing. I'm the kind of person who never verbalizes my feelings. I prefer to write them down, transforming them into literary works of art. Words bear comfort and catharsis for my heart an...
