A Childish Dream - Poem by kite remedy
the sweetly falling morning light,
pierces through the windowpane,
isn't it just the same light that fell upon us when we walked along the pavement,
does it retract to me,
from where you are?
when we danced our feet out of the school's gate,
would we expect we could've gone this far?
so, let me paint,
the mirage of who we used to be,
out into the open world
would it remember us,
as it passed us?
this cherry feeling remains as it was,
a childhood memory that I cherished
takes me back in time
when winds took us to float,
the birds that sang us songs,
what would it take to reset to it all?
i wish i have you here as company,
and share me your miracles
let me repeat our gentle childish days,
with this pen,
and paper plane
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