fbpx

When did you become?

Clouds grated against your cheek.
You tried to pick the ideas out from the air

and put them back in your mouth.
Bubbles of sweet that dared to venture
into unknown geography.

There is no Atlas for dreams.
You can only hope they’ll find their way back to you.
You will miss them when they’re gone.

Share!

Share on facebook
Share on twitter
Share on linkedin
Share on whatsapp
Share on email

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published.

The Urbansong

Dance
Choreography

Projects Prodets

Poetry

Anika Christopher

Poetry

Adjei Sun

Poetry
Music

Formal Educational Resources

Non-Formal Educational Resources