Moonlight Serenade above us on that day, it was only us two not born by blood
This was real but in a game we met, we could hear each other's voices and hearts
We didn't know the miracles upon the water near the mirror as we couldn't see the true faces behind the screen
It wasn't fake or distrust, but it was love we saw through something inside
I didn't know the white and blue petals on the ground we touched with our feet one day; we realized we were stepping on the same one
Their were no plants above us in sight but the stars and the swing in the ground, this wasn't a losing game
We won on the swing together.
The best gift to ever to have is to visit the place you wishes be in from your dreams years ago, the empty swing
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Nostalgia
Historia CortaAll of my most important, missing, bonding, and magical memories from my childhood that I remember and cherish in poetry form/short story form. By Tamara Dovodja
