Descend from the foothill and don't you feel the humidity?
Dew drops scattered all over the meadow as pearls.
Give me your hand; hand-in-hand we can pick them before the sun rise.
The flowers forget-me-knots & chrysanthemums were in bloom next to Midwife's yard.
Do not forget to bring your cane basket.
Hand-in-hand; we can collect them before the sunrise.
Please bring your home work book too,
On the way we can do some corrections & fill in the blanks
In the moonlight before the teacher comes.
Cinderella, please give my lost childhood.
Lovely, poignant and very wistful. A tear for your lost childhood. Take care. Warmest regards, Sandra
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Ethereal, elusive words to describe a past time that still lingers. Love the wealth of descriptions that are included in a such short verse. Congrats to you