Remembrance of those mornings
of my paradisaical adolescence,
when I look, play in curiosities;
with objects of moving on wheels.
No questions of awakening the senses,
nor to shape up the confused thoughts,
only to progress without any conscience
for the sufferings to invade my innocence.
Author notes
Picture Prompt
picture was found on yahoo images
A contest entry
- Picture PIF by Riftkin.
525 points, ended February 5, 9 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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Thank you for your entry.
I enjoyed reading this.
Best of luck to you with this.
Riftkin


