Keepers were the days
Into the yellow steppes
Where it's arid yet playful
Towards the violent rays.
Keepers were the times
Linking both of our arms
So we would pretend
That this boundless Earth is ours.
Keepers were the nights
That we were parading around
As we whispered the cold breeze
Exuding a deafening sound.
Keepers were the years
Of just laying on the ground
Even though it's just bare
Without a usual mat.
Keepers were the memories
Of blowing bubbles
For I never want it;
To ever falter.
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Telling My Own Thoughts; Short Poems ✔️
الشعرBook 2 of the "Short Poems" series. - - - "Applaud like there's no tomorrow; live like there's no such thing as sorrow." - - - (NOTE: THE TITLES OF THE POEMS WERE ALL GOT INTENTIONALLY CAPITALIZED ON THE FIRST LETTER OF EACH WORD FOR AESTHETIC PURPO...
