#124-Understanding
02/12/2017
Summer beach cabins,
Locked for the season.
Foggy mornings,
Seagulls,
Stormy waves,
Empty, quiet streets.
I lived in a village like this,
But it was long ago.
Closed wooden doors,
Dark emptiness inside,
Old forgotten memories,
That stay alive.
Those rainy days I felt lonely,
But didn’t know why.
Today I understand:
Planting dreams, one day at a time.
Wish I had known then,
What I’m living today…
Comments are closed here.