Raking memories into piles,
waiting to be jumped in and
remembered for the happiness
they once were when young.
Intoxicated with the eerie
calmness they present and
drape over my mind.
Alighting next door to
memories that jump and tame
my heart into songs of old.
Whenever listening to the
crackle of leaves, I'm
reminded of my youth.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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