Hello Beautiful Thinkers,
Write a poem about something that others are eager to forget but you feel is too important to be forgotten. Why are other people so eager to forget this memory or piece of history? Is it unpleasant or upsetting? Why do you feel it’s important to hold on to it? What makes you see this thing differently than most people?
Keep Dreaming Beautiful Thinkers,
The Boy In The Heart Shades