voices coming
from the far end
calling over my name
come with us
give us your hand
let’s just play a game
through the telescope
of my heart
I looked
for the strangers calling
realizing who they were
my tears started falling
with a bunch of kids
It was me
on my face
there was a gentle smile
calling myself to ME
a little back in time
wish I could go
back to myself
wish I could relive
those simple
yet precious
pleasures of life
Nice poem; and maybe if you combine a sound, it could be a nice song. 🙂
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lovely poem ❤
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beautiful dear…..
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so you are to find it so!!
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