Handfuls of Sunshine

Handfuls of Sunshine
by Qalina

My passport is stamped with new possibilities,
I am free to go or stay.
From now on, if I don’t reach my dreams,
There are no fences to blame.

I am free to laugh and drink out of the tap;
I am free to swim and dance.
How could there be so many roads open
Without paying a ransom?

Coming from cold that is painful to breathe,
I feel so old underneath;
Drinking sunshine by handfuls –
I’m yet to get used to this.

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