When I look at my past, I see
the old me.
Perhaps I see a child
remembering faces and names everyday.
Doing silly things all day.
A carefree life with no tensions.
After rain, playing in mud was only intention.
No complaints from anyone.
Only their attention.
I am not a child anymore
and my past is no more.
But those memories are in my mind
which forever keep me smile.
©miss-s
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