A grasp of new meadow

My heart long for you ,My head murmur your name , I can’t breath as I grasp for air .. for the memories of you

My heart sang a song , a melody that I am unfamiliar of.

My brain whisper a thoughts that I refuse to listen .

As I laid myself to rest , My soul long for that old familiar scent .. A scent not so long ago makes me flutter … but now it brought me to tears

I can not stop …I must move on …move forward …

A meadow fresh , new horizon , new dawn … I am almost there..

Published by jee426

Life is a bowl of lessons to learn . It is a magnitude of colors that sparks the way you choose them to shine . I am a soul who have walked some rough path and learn from them . I am a being that accepts the challenges of life with a humble heart . Grateful for the lessons that I have learned through the years. Small victories that is all I need .. I hope to somehow to uplift my readers with the journeys that I have shared.

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