This is the day when my life begins...with two bare feet.

This is the day when my life begins,
when I feel like I can fly to the sky,
no hands can pull me down.
I'm going to fight against those forces till' I die.

This is the day when my life begins,
when I can take your hand, hand that
will touch my skin.
We are not going to look back,
Here we approach, to live with a chance.
To live, like we are dead.

This is the day when my life begins,
when I can smile, and I will be reflected
in your eyes, presumably believing I will be the one.

This is the day when my life begins,
I don't care about the past or the future that could come.
Present is the only time I got on my watch.
This is the day when my life begins,
pretending I didn't fail and my heart still beats.

This is the day when my life begins,
with two bare feet on the earth, knocking the doors...
knocking doors to find you, so we can run to the edge.
edge of life, that I will love with strenght.

By Pemberley Winter
I know what you are.......you're gonna be bad for my bussines....I can realize that.

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This is the day when I see
a pem much more positive in here,
some one who claims love for herself
without thinking about the rest.

This is the day I admire love
while admiring the poem and the rose,
while pem says that try is not a loss.

This... this is me saying greetings
i liked your poem quite a lot.

Pem. a pleausre to read you this one, I enjoyed it much and i can't wait to read the next one and see hou you evolve.
Hugs and kisses pem.

 

I'm always glad..
to know what's on redwing's mind.
I'm so happy you liked it (that's something I can't deny)
Of course I'm going to write a new one.
Sadness will have, but happiness will always survive.

Thanks so much Redwing for your beautifully written comment, I enjoyed doing this poem and reading your answer.
Greetings for you, P. Winter :::sorpresa1:::