The memory of us four
together in this sapphire and emerald orb
late nights holding lamps filled with scent of oil
little secrets buried under the soft brown soil
Waking up to the sound of roosters and sunshine
afternoons spent with sweet taste of picnics
soaking our feets in water cold as ice, to hide and seeks
not a day passed without bats flying overhead us
Missing the feelings that we had before,
Innocence telling us we were there if only once more
YOU ARE READING
We Were There
Poetrya short poem abour four childhood friends. credits to the owner of the photo cover.
