Don’t get me wrong; I enjoy having written.
My silences breed stories.
I translate my dreams and memories, though I often write for others
making their voice sound good.
At the end of each day, I re-visit my thoughts,
straining them, planting them, feeding them.
When I was a child, I believed anything was possible.
I’m now growing that seed in a flowerpot.
63 words, Adela Galasiu 2016
I really love your perspective. You did it well!
May 18, 2021 at 08:05
Thank you my friend! Enjoy! 🙂
May 18, 2021 at 08:37