Letting go
Undreamt dreams, unformed memories
Unsaid words, of what could be
Shards of the heart, desires frothing over
Wistful wishes, my fistful of sky
Tender imprints on my mind's canvas
I offer as oblation
into the fire within
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"Wistful wishes, my fistful of sky
" Very nice! You should ignore prose and move on to poetry, my friend. Happy writing! And hopefully none of this based on real life trauma? :-)
Thanks! I'll take that as a compliment, and not as a suggestion that my prose is bad ;)
Some things from real life I regurgitate, and some my imaginary friend dictates :)
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