Wish I had spent
more time in the woods
listening to leaves singing
watching the Sun dancing
than contemplating
in a 9-meter square room.
Wish I had known
how precious fresh air is
long distanced phone calls
wind-slapped face
pollen-allergic nose
busy street driving
people talking ..
Wish I had realized sooner
that staring at the ceiling
all day can make you
feel immensely lonely.
t.l.
I really wish to get out soon.
Soooo good. I always think of poems as wavelengths… so as I’m writing, it’s almost like a song.. like a beat, you know?
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I totally understand. And every poem has its own rhythm and flow, like you said, a song.
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