NO NAME
Recently I found this poetic prose that I wrote in
college. I was trying to think in a name and nothing came to my mind… Can you
help me? Which do you think it could be a good title?
Our history is
written every day, every moment.
With every new experience, we are taught to
grow up;
and at the road we travel at some point we feel the absence
of what we
are, of love, of what once we believed to achieve.
And for a moment that the
only important thing is to get away
for this suffer this uncertain.
However,
gradually and as suddenly as the arrival of a shooting star,
we wake up to a
new life, finding in each step, new reasons to believe,
to exist, to love.
Note: Images taken from a to z challenge
from old to new - possible title?
ReplyDeletegood poem
Maturiy?
ReplyDeleteI loved it, really interesting! /xoxomake
Thank Joanne I like it!
ReplyDeleteThanks Natalia! I love all your comments, in fact I´m starting to use to read it...You are helping me a lot with my writing.
ReplyDeleteThe Road We Travel
ReplyDeleteI've felt like this from time to time. Hope follows despair.
Yeah! sometimes happen to me as well. Yhanks for the title Tamara.
Deleteescribiendo cada paso.
ReplyDeleteMe gusta el título Cris!
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