Back when the nights were day,
And the days were a happy melt,
Back then I knew a dancer, short,
Now I know a dancer, tall.
Back when the grass was tall,
When the lights were bright,
The world new, and no end in sight.
Back then i knew a boy who could fly,
Now, flown away he has.
Back when the rain would float,
Soft gentle pets of water.
I knew a boy,
One who could sing.
Yet now i hear not,
His broken voice,
And the rain tears on,
With his eyes tearing on,
As he remember back,
Back to where he belongs.
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Often confusing
PoetrySecond part to a muses musings because wattpad has a story limit. . . I mean an enthralling book of stories
