I carry with me the traces of birds left in the woven of air
I carry with me the sounds of an allegro piano playing at sunrise
I carry my childhood squeezed in the candy resting on the bottom of my purse!
I carry with me the perfume of mom's old house by the river
I carry with me the bliss of making the first snowman in the park
I carry with me the unforgiving wind that screams by the corners of the windows,
Late, late at night.
I carry with me the sadness of a dry rose forgotten in a small pewter vase for years
I carry with me the crisp of a lifetime lover's kiss.
I carry the excitement of a rosy liquid poured in the air from a cold champagne glass.
I carry the easiness of a silk scarf covering a teen's shoulders
I carry with me the grace of a leaf floating on the foam of Time.
I carry with me the texture of God's greatest fairytale,
It's you, my dear Soul.
Topic(s) of this poem: fantasy, life
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