History- a poem

I can fly,

when I close my eyes.

Let go of the past,

and fly through all my memories.

Every moment is a story,

part of my history.

It all is a mystery.

Her story,

His story.

It’s all a mystery.

I fly through all my memories,

dream in the future,

dream in the past.

It’s my story,

it’s my history.

 

 

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