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Veins Of My Subconscious
How A Floating Paper Boat Ignites Memories
Published in
Jul 13, 2021
Memories caress my senses,
rainy memories of a happy child and his grandfather,
through the meandering paper boat,
that my adult fingers floated on the water-clogged street,
did it miss the touch of another hand?
Silhouettes of those innocent days,
gets re-painted in the thin veil of my mind,
the ink cut out from the veins,
veins of my subconscious.
The wet paper boat sailed on,
probably searching for the sweet, old lost yesteryears,
bygone days of childhood magic.
