Fondest MemoryA Poem by Indra's Child
As I walk through the dimly lit hallways,
Of my dissolving apathy, I try to remind myself, That it's not a promise, But a possibility, Of something wonderful. As you pull back, Your warm embrace leaves me, Not destitute, But now reassured, That there may be more, Loving touches and warmth, From you in our future. © 2022 Indra's Child |
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Added on February 5, 2022 Last Updated on February 5, 2022 AuthorIndra's ChildOakland, CAAboutI just want to wake up from the dream. "Hi. It's me. I know you're out there. I can feel you now. I imagine you can also feel me. You won't have to search for me anymore. I'm done running. Done hid.. more..Writing
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