Chocolates, Cakes & Colouring Books.
Goodbye to all this,these things of yester-year.
Detatched are our spirits, once held by invisible threads.
Youth dances amongst clouds,
maturity and age grounded to a grinding hault.
When are we to resume the nonchalance
of lying in the grass?
When will we be able to run around in the open?
When can we enjoy the memories and joys of
Chocolates
Cakes
And Clouring books?
I say these, for me
Shall never end.
Poetry by Bekim Rauseo
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Written on 2006-06-16 at 04:12




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