OreganoN°12 - Scattered Grains

Poems are like flying birds. They stray out of our vision in a heartbeat. Still, we strive to catch them, to cage the memory for it to never fade.

Faced with time that has passed by I must admit that most of the memories have faded but that's for the best. To hold on to memories too strongly is to live in the past.

Let your birds fly and change the meanings of these words. Let them become something new to you strange passer who hides desires right underneath your coat.

Step in and find your own path through letters.