A poem I wrote when I was young, expressing the fragile feeling of a girl lost in past illusions.
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The wind drifts aimlessly through the land of memories
I waver like someone drunk
Drunk on memories, drunk on sorrow
Words hard to forget, deep wounds take long to close
I waver like someone drunk
Staggering, reeling
Wanting to move forward, yet fearing the abyss ahead
Pausing, heart soaked, eyes blurred
Years pass, what season now brings the bloom?
Lulling this drunkenness into dreams
Blurring the line between real and unreal
Startled awake in the midst of a hazy trance.
Mist weaves at the end of the old path
Your eyes smile, my breath crumbles into laughter
Dreams flutter, memories swing
Drunk on verses, drunk on love
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Suddenly…
Entangled memories, affection turned shuttered.
A stranger stands at the end of love’s path
Looks at me, lips curled in a crooked smile
My heart aches. My steps falter. My soul hurts.
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Limping, turning back, I walk away…
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The wind stills, waves rest, morning mist floats
Smiling lips, bright eyes sting from sunlight
Soft hair falls over slender shoulders
Whispering, I ask my heart: Have you sobered from the hazy dream?!
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May 2, 2007