jar of poetries

8th of May 2022

“The thing about memory is…it holds what we cannot grasp in a day.”

The shadow revisited the girl.

It was a scorching day when the girl strolled around the little park of their little town. 

She has seen a lot that day. She has heard just enough voices.

She has touched the raindrops that quickly slid from her skin.

The light was not around tho. The light went somewhere. 

The catch is, can light not be around?

hebrews 11:16

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