Once I flew
carelessly over
summers dawns,
under summer
afternoons
when my heart
was wild and cruel,
and no other limits
but my feet,
defiantly ignorant,
mightily beauty
with such a
brand new flame.
So, those were the days
before my eyesight
weakened,
hardly the night sleep
remains and days
are a nightmare of
unrecognized humans,
adult stupidity,
painful loneliest hearts
longing to deserve
back nearly forgotten
good old memories.
Can see in your
words, can touch it
in your eyes,
though could never
kissed the scar that
separates, an abyss,
your mind
from my heart
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