I think of thoughts
That take me places
Find new friends
Meet old faces
I think of stories
That make me forget
The hurt and pain
But mostly regrets.
I think of times
When life was smooth sailing
Always a light ahead
Not tunnels darkening
This wanderlust
This need for a change
These old town people
Will always stay the same.
All these thoughts of mine
Are fleeting flights of fantasy
Where I’m not saying goodbyes
Just making new memories.
Beautiful, thanks for sharing!
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Stunning – probably one of the best poems I’ve read 🙂
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Beautiful, you have so brilliantly uses the word.
I like your word grasping and the alliteration in the last stanza is so beautiful as they are made for each other…..Haha..
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