when I was a child
I loved fiercely,
the loss of lover pierced me,
A deflated ballon
set to rise
in grains and lime's alchemy.
Nourish mistakes as you
nurture their medium;
Of the time when I was just a naive being just experiencing life as it came, rose and fell again, feels like different journeys, but then it's only just one single journey of growth from start to finish.
I only get better with time.
Mistakes make me.
Always so good to read from you @d-pend, I can only aspire to be able to write like this