dreamy thoughts with visions of sadness
watching her before me
dancing in the wind wild hair flowing
with delicate shades of blue she exudes
gentle with my feelings
she comes to visit often
tender girl with a soft voice
melanchly haunt a little slip of a thing
her eyes deep pools bringing to memory hurt
all the ways I let her down when I was young
my inner girl reflected back at me
mesmering enchantress I sing her song today
so she is heard
beyond what the world sees
my scars are apparent
my regret shines
sadness weeps for my lost innocence
that in spite of it all, still shimmers in the background
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dreamy day with my beautiful girl, sadness...
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Broken childhoods can still turn into beautiful things. The Japanese call it the art of kintsugi 🌼
hello dearest Joe yes they can I don’t feel sadness is my enemy but teacher thank you for the lovely comment 💕
Powerfully penned, Brenda. Amazing write my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian
hello dearest Damian thank you graciously for the love here 💕