Happy Spring!

So...It is March! I love March! I love the spring. And weirdly, so does my inspiration. So I've been writing a lot more and generally increasing the daydreaming levels.

I won't make grand claims of how I'll amaze you with my new work. Daydreaming is often only pleasurable for me as I can't see thedumb look on my face when doing it.

Anyone else like spring?

But...
Three poems written on a bus:

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Dreams

A girl, sleeps, she dreams,

London, Tokyo, Paris.

Of valleys and streams,

Cold, sunny days, a warm kiss.

No limit to what she will see

Imagination is like the ocean.

Not bound by impossibility,

Strengthened by raw emotion.

"Love wholeheartedly" she sings,

"Forget rationality, nationality,"

She weaves memories into a ring.

Welding it with her creativity.

She let's it adorn her finger.

She breathes as it glints,

One last look, she want to linger,

But back she blinks,

Back.

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We

Years don't change us.

We will always be just you and me.

Matters of age and distance

Are Boundaries that we cannot see

Slotting back to habit,

Laughter and memory

We relive adventures

Keep them how they used to be,

We will never really change

You are you and I'll always be me.

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Memories of Song.

You hear a song. A song that you've heard a million times before.

You know all the words, you tap your fingers to the beat.

It reminds you of a person.

It never used to. It was just a good song, one you loved.

It reminds you of you.

Who you were when you first heard it, when you played it on repeat.

You remember the way you used to dance in your room to it.

You remember how it became a part of the soundtrack of the old you.

You didn't realise you were amidst perfect moments in time.

You hear a song.

You long to go back.

You vow that you'd make the most of it, if only you could go back.

You shut your eyes tight.

You are still you. You are still listening to that song.