Playing

Foto: ©Sylvilel



When it’s been long
I never know
How much I miss playing
Until
I play again


I forget
The sensation
My fingers
Stretching
Flying
Touching
My brain
Switching


Then I recall
And I start
Crying
For I miss
Playing


I really miss
Playing






- Sylvilel, 2017

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