Instagram handle: @myspirals
Go to places,
Find mountains that remind you of people,
And seas that make you forget everything.
Discover old streets that whisper stories,
and broken buildings that look like broken bones.
Sleep out the day, learn to love the dark.
Sleep out the night, learn to love the light.
Close your eyes and feel the wind,
and rustle like a tree under the burning sun.
Giggle under the stars,
and among the ruins,
Just like the people who lived there
A long time ago,
probably did.
Paint your passports,
and cut in your bucket list,
instead of your wrists.
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This was a beautiful poem, and made me want to travel the world right now. And then that last line hit me, and now I’m speechless.
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This is really great.
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full of life and colors,
Loved the ending lines
“and cut in your bucket list,
instead of your wrists”….. beautiful
keep writing (Y)
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Thank you!
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Nice imagery!
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loved it!!!
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Your writing is beautiful
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“Giggle under the stars she did,
For the moonlit scars on her once painted wrists;
Were now like old streets that whispered stories,
And she drowned in your seas of poetry,
that made her forget everything…”
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This was beautiful.
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😊 Nothing compared to your poetry…. I hope to write like you one day
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Beautiful! 🙂
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Thank you!
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