A moment of millions ,
That sparks our heart's lifetime.
The joy of tickles and the ache of teeth ,
Where our stomach was filled with tickles of joy and millions of butterflies moments.
A moment of millions,
Where the rooms are lit up as a child ,
With a mile of smile ,
As it lit up the flame in the life of our love once,
Where is that innocent lost between this gambling world ?
A moment of millions ,
When we get excited when we see the stars and admire the skies go crimson ,
Yet , there are millions of stars to admire ,
Why do we get stuck and lose sight of waves ,
And forget the beauty of every sound of giggles that our heart was once a part of .
A moment of millions ,
When we run without fear and jump over the clip ,
Just to be in the middle of the clouds ,
And stack our souls to cloud nine .
Why now have become soo filled with fear of thoughts of other views ,
That we forgot to enjoy the golden hour ?
Every million of moments,
Are the pearls of yesterday,
Which is stacked and creates a beautiful magical garland crown of treasures stored in each shimmering millions of moments of time.
- Author: Prerna Chajed (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: January 6th, 2024 14:56
- Comment from author about the poem: One afternoon while traveling, saw a bunch of friends who has passed there age but still young from there heart and laughter. Seeing them it remember me even tho we are teen we are always going to be old from our heart and soul .We stress over things some much that we forget to live in that precious moment of time .
- Category: Reflection
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This is okay.Well written.Enjoyable
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