my fearless

remember the days
when we bathed in joy,
running around blissfully,
free of troubles, and the world
was rollicking in living colors?
I do every day and am missing
our enchanting adventures,
my fearless.

T & I, 2011

Published by madmagpie

bipolar, clown, poet, wordbutcher, doom, gloom, love, espresso, paradise, lost, beyond

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