A little life thrived in the bounds of freedom, Free from bareness of soul, Its falsifications and deceptions, And sullenness of relations. Having flown down like a bird from …
The poet writes about days when you feel like you're really living and the little things that give them hope.
A poem depicting the reappraisal of the author's personal doctrine on turning 25.
A poem on not remembering.
I want to spend the remainder of my life doing what pleases me the most.