A boat
I dig into my memories
looking for that feeling
I was happy, I was sad
I was caring, I was upset
But the beauty of being in love
It’s the only one I cannot recall
The way I looked at the world
That was different I am sure
Something in the background
Changing my days, my actions
I close my eyes
one image comes to my mind
A boat in th...
Tuesday 15th February 2022 6:55 am
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