This sky reminds me of autumn
So young...impulsive...gay
A fun filled boyish toy shopping day...
I walk back to hold my mother's finger
So many board games...red cars plastic on shelves when lingered;
Tempting new shoes on racks
Books opening Russian maps...
White kash flowers swinging down the grassy slope...
This sky fills me with autumnal hope-
Of finding my best friend's red tricycle making rumbling sounds
On asphalt...empty afternoon's playground bound...
Of sweet little bits of innocent dream-
Savouring alone a bit of chocopie or cream...
And the restlessness to reach that twin hills at the park
Where some genie would arrive after every sunset dark...
And the thought of flying a smart black and yellow kite
Ripping apart all contenders by its fast fiery flight...
And also of a balcony where the mellowed fairy would turn up
With cheeks powder puffed
And hair tied by ribbon pink oft...
Tuesday, August 28, 2012
This sky...reminds...
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