Prena Poetry

I fall in love with all those dimensionless things that exists amid the void inside of me.

I fall in love with those people who are no longer here and memories that are long forgotten.

I have found lost laughters, worn out remains of sweetest smiles, and forgotten letters of those strangers, now living somewhere far away in a small cottage and raising their family.

I have seen so much of abandoned freedoms and silent courage left in those cracks of the city walls and sodden road pavement.

Nothing has left the era—time still flows like the emerald river and the life still falls in love with the death. Everything is here, like how it has always been, but the only thing lost is myself.

I’m too immersed, too lost and too loved in this beauty of what we are and what all we can be.

📷 sangayy