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Mother Nature, face, space, abstract, poetry, rebellicca, thoughts, magical, ethereal, mysticalFor all the moments of glory I've missed
And the friends I've never made,
And the friends who've forgotten me.

For the smiles I never understood or saw,
For those I longed to catch in a glimpse,
But I did not as time was too innocent
And all sunflowers were falling asleep,

For the melodies I left unsung
And the sweet promises I didn't keep
The roads not taken and the lines unwritten,


For all who thought they loved me but did not,
For all who hoped to love me but they stopped
As others captured their longings,

For all the raindrops seeking shelter on my skin
Before dissolving into a memory of water,

For all the shoelaces and buttons that came undone
To slow down my flight through the day
And remind me that simply being is enough,
For all the ghosts of the past that stopped haunting me,
And the future memories of each moment in time when I felt alive,

For the impossible desires and the possible discoveries,
For the destinies I decided were mine
And those I've been through before
I am.



©REBELLICCA, 2008 


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