Nostalgic poems.

It happens that recently I wrote two poems, in quite a wild act of nostalgia. They aren’t much – more like a description of a feeling you get on a sunny day. Besides the fact of their simplicity, I still wanted to share them.

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I love the sun,
how it melts all the edges,
with warm delicacy
It doesn’t burn
the white paint on the fences,

There’s no conspiracy:

I love the sun,
how it lays golden patches on the skin,
opened or closed, hidden or shown,
it’s the only thing worth known,
all those places I have ever been,
I fell in love with the sun.

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The seagull screaming,
the call of the summer.
To fill the void after darkness,
Show me your little madness,
City of desire.
From the morning till I burn,
in Sun, the fire.

In between houses of wood,
led by the source of light.
I would live there longer,
if I could.

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I know those poems are quite different than my usual posts here, so thanks for reading and hope you guys all have a nice week ahead!

Author: againorway

student, Norway-lover, artist, dreamer, book worm

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