Poem -
Counting My Blessings
At the time
When I didn't think much of it
Moments and Memories,
Gold, salt-seasoned-
What, at the time felt
To just live in the moment.
With each passing day,
Gold-turned copper, rusted,
And my memories
Faded.
But my heart will never
Forget...
What, at the time,
How, Moments-
Starlight
Tasted.
Bitter or Sweet
My heart will savour it
How-
Life and cosmic paralleled.
It was truth. It was everything.
it was universe,
I experienced.
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Hey Cyme, professionally written and spoken, I got something deeper out of it, more of a feeling. It's hard to describe. Such a reflective tone does make one reflect. Either way, I enjoyed this one mate! Hope you are well!