Like a leaf blown in the sky
Don't you want to make me fly.
Free of all bondages and origins.
Not wanting to answer anything.
To hear stories of the unknown
And make them your own.
The clink of a toddler's anklet
or the picturesque sunset.
I wish,desire to start afresh
like a leaflet sprouting on a crooked branch in the mist,
so selfish.
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PoetryHighest rank #40 These words are a part of me, my emotions. They take root from my innermost intuitions. Every poem is different and conveys the tune of my heart. This is my first shot at writing and I hope you find it worth your time spent. Pleas...
