I forgot what it’s like to be pure...
Before the scenery became driven and tracked,
Preceding the gleeful footsteps
I was once complete,
With no spaces between,
Or black marks sullying myself.
Ah, to sit inside in the warmth
Admiring the shimmering landscape
While remembering the days of past times
A warm coffee is settled in my hands
With soft sips, I feel the calm…
And the kindness of a former time.