Today,
I feel nostalgic.
I can smell the wet mud
and the leaves,
the grass
that made the park
just that bit more
fun.
I can bite ice lolly's
and shiver and
I can fight my cousins
for the zip wire swing-
today I can smile
and remember
what it was like to
be in love
with everything.
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Bones
Poetrya poetry anthology of the thoughts, the feelings and the life within us, tangled around our bones.
