Dont you wish you could take a single childhood memory and blow it up into a bubble and live inside it forever.
(Sarah Addison Allen,Lost Lake)
Clouds thicken
Rain drops fall
Big and small
Wetting us all
I widely smile
at a lively child
His paper boat
is set to float
in his little sea
He looks at me
In him, I see
My childhood
Clouds thicken
Rain drops fall
And in my eyes
Hot tears roll
I widely smile
At the lively child
Who lives inside
My empty soul
YOU ARE READING
When She Died
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