Conversations and time
Old ones like wine
That which is far
Or locked in a jar
Called by memories
And sifting through the debris
Through patient hands
Holding back and
Letting go in a rhythm
Like a simple prism
That knows its colours
Always leave me coloured…
And I walk ahead
With a better vision.
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You have so b'fully carved out the upliftment that each conversation brings. This will remain one of my favorites forever. Thanks writer. 🙂
It means so much to me. Thanks my friend.
I dedicate it to our conversations. 😀
I'm honored.🙋
Yay! 🙋
Beautiful poem
Beautiful poem 👌
Thank you so much!