A familiar breeze touched her cold cheek,
so gentle, so known, so fragrant -
when ages back, still weaving dreams,
of a now cruel world - then exciting and awaited;
She stumbled upon a thorny stone -
of present,
Remember when love always remained,
saluted times of sincerity
and matters of heart? - the silent soul wondered;
Those times of play -
when me is you,
you is me - almost like those keys of red piano - friends and no foes,
sentences ended in exclamations,
Now -
when senses come too easily -
sentences end in questions,
foes make closest companions
friends seemed distant - unbothered;
A rainbow was so sought after,
those clouds had their own stories,
A shower of rain would bring so much glory,
Games we played -
A much running around,
chasing all and no one,
hiding and seeking,
camping and walking,
chatting endlessly, laughing a bit too much,
doing a lot of unimportant things -
were they?!
pretending to conquer this world -
one day,
this puzzled world;
A familiar breeze touched her old cheek
so gentle, so known, so fragrant -
and tears ran down too easily -
overwhelming, regretting and missing.
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Submission Name: Childhood blues
