Another past life shed into existence…
Bearing striking similarities to the ones before.
My new skin is tender and fragile.
My windows to yesterday are cracked and blurry.
Who was this person?
Who will I be?
Fleeting faces seem familiar,
But I do not know them.
Momentary motions feel magical,
But I do not remember.
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BrettNotGreg
-Thirty-something enigma with a wide spectrum of interests.
-Heavily anchored in poetry.
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Comments (3)
So deep. And lovely poem ❤️❤️❤️
This was so poignant. Loved your poem!
How lovely⭐️♦️♦️⭐️