They drift
like smoke
through cracks in memory,
once held tightly,
now weightless.
No farewell,
no final shape,
only the echo
of what might
......
The lost Wonderland
Made me break down all at once,
But I learnt what’s real.
They drift
like smoke
through cracks in memory,
once held tightly,
now weightless.
No farewell,
no final shape,
only the echo
of what might
......
The lost Wonderland
Made me break down all at once,
But I learnt what’s real.