childhood summers
games of make-believe
sunshine and bare feet
rainstorms; a slight reprieve
the grass all wet
the flowers covered in rain
flee the indoors
and continue my game
climbing trees
running the fields alone
sun sets low
its dark when I return home
years gone by
childhood left behind
with the scent of wild lilacs
a way to the past I find














Comments
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You missed when time and life shook hands and said goodbye, when the earth folded in on itself.
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you get too close to the fire, you'll be burned. You swim too deep, you'll drown.
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