A path of morning lit so bright,
Above those clouds I despised,
What a plan to begin this curious day,
Recalled me a time, still vivid in sight,
Marked that voice, of a wrinkled oldy,
A weak, brave voice still he's holdin',
Along with me my tiny short hair,
I remember myself asking him boldly,
"Does the beings I saw flew away,
Latter above the clouds one way?
Only queen I would rather be,
To place in this throne if they stay?
Instead those cushions in the high,
I'll make a couch below the sky,
I'll love and care and love again,
To make them stay, swearing to never lie."
A frank chuckles he possessed,
Breaking my daydreams to suppress,
I frowned my hands crossed on chest,
Only if he never left me curious.
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Author:
I.G. (Pseudonym) (
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stunning words, dear poet. they fill me with a sort of reflective reverence; indeed, there are things out of our reach that we will never know. 'only if he never left me curious' - what a powerful, yet wistful line
Thank you dear reader❣️
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