I was born

William Hromada

In May of ’68, a soul took flight,

Born ‘neath a sky of rebellion’s light.

Vibrant hues, a world ablaze,

Psychedelic dreams and restless days.

Colors bold, in patterns wild,

A watershed year, a newborn child.

  • Author: ROSHI (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 18th, 2025 06:25
  • Category: Reflection
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  • sorenbarrett

    A statement of birth not only in a physical sense but of rebellion and being who one is. Nicely written



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