Reborn
I am again sinking
in that black and white golden age.
In my own tears,
shed for those I missed to meet.
We share the same genes though,
stronger than time.
I hope one day you get to be a composer, Bob.
For now, walk those heels.
Fearlessly.
Copyright © Danka Sikorska | Year Posted 2023
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