so young seeking the life you want
running fast as you trip along the way
with each new scar weary legs slow
out of breath and needing rest
hands thought to be left behind
stroke back the wind blown hair
a waiting smile shares its breath
lungs filled with fresh knowledge
accepting the unchanging past
forgiving the mistakes
a dormant heartbeat
…thrives back to life
Yes.
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Your gorgeous poem, brought an invigorating smile to my face, I could feel the freshness of the wind wisping across my brow (hmmm, I’ve no hair left for the breeze to catch)
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So beautiful:)
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Thank you 🌻
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