I miss the times
when I could kiss the fog,
and the corners of my mind
would wonder beyond.
In the days when,
I felt the rain,
and all the corners of the world
would dither in a mess.
I miss the times
When the wind caressed my solitude,
and the corners of my heart
would flutter at the shades of its warmth.
I miss the times
when words were but sounds,
played carefully, on the tips of tongues
and spoken with truth and thought.
