Our face that full of muds,
The smell of the afternoon sun
The childish fights we had
That we can't even stay mad.
The banana leaves we shared when it rains,
Barefoot, running on the grass till we drained.
The laughter we shared that days,
Holding hand and hand thinking we slays.
The machine like mouth of our mom.
Holding a piece of a guava branch.
No one can stop us from our freedom
Those kids are nowhere to be found.
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Kulot's Poetry
PoetryIt is a self written poem inspired by my playlists😅. Hope you will like it🧡
