Childhood simplicity.
Here one moment, gone the next.
Like a sandcastle on the shore
Waiting for the tide to come in.
All that is left is a bittersweet memory.
When I close my eyes, and the distractions cease,
I remember the things that mean most to me.

The grass hugs me in its cradle as the wind rocks me,
whispering secrets, stories, tales from long ago.
The birds sing their intimate lullaby.
The mobile whisks around in the open sky
cascading down softly kissing me goodnight.

If I could live like that bittersweet memory.

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