REBECCA OMIDO Poems

I miss being a child
No one cared how you dressed
No one cared about your looks.
We were all friends and you could be yourself.
...

When i smiled,
i wanted you to smile with me....
When i cried,
i wanted u to catch my tears, drop by drop.
...

...the peace....
....the soothing whisper
of the gigantic
handsome trees...
...

Its only in dreams
where we do what we want to
meet whom we want to
talk to whoever we want to
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