The stories that we write are not what really happened or events that could really happen. These come from an imagination that loves to wander and see what would have happened if! Most of the time it shows you in many places you would have been happily rooted yet shows how you have nothing but your wings.
Sometimes, it is sunshine and laughter outside; depends on the state of this mercurial soul. The reality looms large taking everything away and sometimes giving blessings unasked for.
Your stories reveal the joy of finding happiness in new things, which are in fact, new ways to name the old likes and loves while I harp on change and about moving on but have stayed in the same year where I stopped learning.
The fire still burns in these kernel stories of love, longing and loss so much that our words have intertwined the threads of our many lives forever.
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Lovely poem, Maria.
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