Natasha Almeida Poems

Over time I try to arrange
The jigsaw of life.
I try to put together jumbled pieces.
I look back- remember,
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Speak to me words of sin
Of lust
Of longing
Of pleasure
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And as the dust rose with all the walking feet
The sounds of carousels & giant wheels - deafening
The evening sky darkened
The carnival lit up with sounds unheard of & coloured lights
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A new door opens
Eyes greet me: smiling and sad.
I have to make a choice,
Move ahead, or step back.
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