Some came in unattended,
some picked and lovingly mended.
Some discarded without a thought,
some disarmingly caught.
Some still new born,
and some proudly owned.
Some written and then erased,
while some lived to amaze.

Stubbornly optimistic, a listener of the universe and follower of my dreams. Coffee, smell of new books, long walks, old melodies, good sense of humour, and poetry light me up. I want to be happy when I grow up.

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