The treasured memories of all the places I visit, Soothe my tired mind that oft seems dim lit, The colors I see and the songs I hearโ the grim…
ArtoonsInn NaPoWriMo 2024
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Ah! The rosy days of childhood shimmer in colors prismatic, A period where mundane moments would seem dramatic, My mind oft wallowed in the realms of fantasy, As imagination took…
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Dear Younger Me, Amidst the booming cacophonous sounds that ring, Now I choose to hear the dulcet whispers of hope that sing, Pain and agony sometimes failures bring, But I…
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I crochet dreams counting stars in the sky, Reminiscing grandma’s tales of fantasy land, The grim reality, how I wish to defy. My eyes build ornate castles…
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Nostalgia and Impermanence ๐ง๐ผ๐ฝ๐ถ๐ฐ : ๐ฆ๐ฒ๐ฒ๐ธ๐ถ๐ป๐ด ๐ก๐ผ๐๐๐ฎ๐น๐ด๐ถ๐ฎ’๐ ๐๐บ๐ฏ๐ฟ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ฒ( ๐ธ๐ณ๐ช๐ต๐ต๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐ข๐ด ๐ข ๐ฉ๐ถ๐น๐น๐ฎ๐ป๐ฒ๐น๐น๐ฒ) Fond nostalgia shimmers in the gilded sky, As I amble along counting my grays, Memories linger though moments…