To stand in one place
For reason neither know
Not dealing with fear
How do you remember day
To precious lesson in pages
The past floating behind you
Holding memories to release
How do you get through
To the year who ran fast
Sitting on a chair beating time
Open the space of imagination
How do you keep breathing
To stories in the deepest ocean
The big wave is history
Your episode moves freely
How do you keep sailing
To thousands of star promises
The sky still a beautiful dream
Angels smile reading to hear
How do you live at night
To the good feelings came
Past the day of breaking through
The second fire is enough
For invisible doors in mind
About the Creator
E. NATASHA
I'm writer/author/ghost writer based in Bali, Indonesia. I love traveling, diving, mountains & photography. My principle,"Life is not just for breathing!" My email : [email protected] , happy to share :)
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The Fish Song
The room didn’t smell like disinfectants. Its fragrance seemed light and not overbearing. A soft mixture of lavender and mint permeated the space. No beeping machines or any tubes hooked up to four-year-old Kaleeka. Her cacao skin seemed to glow from the light over her head. The family, save for one and the doctors and nurses exited the room like a trail of saints showing their last vestiges of regard.
By Skyler Saunders4 days ago in Fiction
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