A Poetic Memento of Dreams Yet Undiscovered
I found a poem I wrote when I was 18
While sorting through a stack of books yesterday, I unexpectedly found an old poem I had written when I was 18, tucked between long-forgotten pages. Unsurprisingly, the poem exuded nostalgic longing, wistfully recounting a childhood spent by the tranquil shores of the lake. I'm worlds away from that place now, and also from the person that I used to be. But I still love the water.