Can I touch you again?
Can I feel you again?
Can I see you again?
I miss lighting the wick,
I miss playing hide-and-seek,
I miss going for a walk every week...
I miss playing with my dog,
I miss fearing the frog,
I miss asking about the fog...
I miss wondering noisily,
I miss believing lies easily,
I miss calling for help obviously...
Really, I can’t express,
My Sweet Doll, my Beautiful Dress,
Especially, there is NO STRESS...
Surely I couldn’t forget,
My mock-up castle, my little turret,
They were my favorite…
I miss singing, dancing under the rain,
I wish that these days run again,
They are all engraved in my brain…
miss you my CHILDHOOD...
{August 14,2009}
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