I’m on the floor again
Flat against my back
Counting the decorative cracks
That make up the ceiling tiles
Allowing my mind the freedom
Of aimless thought
Of you, me
Timeless I wander
And in my mind always younger
Like a perfectly preserved container
Of forgotten moments
- Author: MrNobody40 ( Offline)
- Published: May 21st, 2018 06:20
- Category: Reflection
- Views: 14
Comments2
I'm getting quite addicted to your work - great simplistic style which conveys so much and doesn't dwell on the 'woe is me' which dominates so much on this site. Keep writing.
I really appreciate it. That makes me feel good. Up until now I haven't really shared my poetry much, but I've been writing for 20 years. It's nice to know that it's appreciated.
Super write, those forgotten moments can be wondrous.
Thank you very mich
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