the ephemeral flow of waters

a journey from the mountains to the ocean,

once a drop has crossed the waterfall

there’s no going back, only Continuation.

once was a kid with a cupboard full of bears

then was a girl with a shelf full of books,

now am a girl with a morning full of alarms

will never get back to the places that time took.

one step in front of another

every day a new beginning,

still I go back some times

through songs, pictures and daydreaming.




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