my fingertips are laden in touches
that feel so real.
Small electrifying buzzes of memories
flash within my mind
and I remember happy times
that have left imprints on my mind.
There are endless strips of gardens
that overflow in vegetation and youthful blossoms.
There is a radiance filling my chest with warmth,
there are golden rays bouncing off my skin.
There is a fullness that stitches contentment
between my ribs,
and I cannot help but smile at such memories.
Within my heart, such memories
thrive in abundance,
and perhaps I'm glad,
because when the sadness gushes in,
I have such thoughts to turn to,
and take me back to happier times.
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Starry night skies (completed)
PoetryUnder the canopy of a thousand stars, she found that her hands sang the words of her tender heart, the notes captured perfectly in pages that were stained a deep brown. cocooned in the embrace of a hundred constellations, ...
