They came to me.
Laughing.
Making me laugh.
My smile stretched so far.
I was again 6 years old with a round face and chubby cheeks.
All the leaves i picked,after all the pronunciation.
I saw that child.
Smiling in my memories.
Those reminisce,came back and hugged me.
I found her, i found her,i found the lost way back.
YOU ARE READING
blac(n)k cosmos
Poetryworld i could not tell, my dear. I'll tell the world.We are made of star dust,you and i, you and the universe.Let me resonate with you.
