Talkative But Shy
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Category : Poems
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The words I hear from an old songAre the arrows that pierceMy laugh and my soul.Time passes like water...But the wounds remain,The memories turn into butterflies,Dancing through my mind.I miss myself,As I was in the past.Talkative but shy,Feelings first, then the rest.Now I look old,The first strands of white hair appear.The gleam in my eyes has faded,My death has begun to sing.The echo of the soundsI hear in the dark - reminds meTo see also the lights,To see the sun shining.
