A poem to my Childhood


I like to watch the sunrise
So early I rise to fly my kite
Clouds are my playground,
I look to the sun to see her smile
And to the butterfly that dress in fine colors,
I dug a pole for my little mast on the sand
Waiting for the moon to rise again
I hoped and waited far into the evening,
And when she came I took a stroll with her
I danced in the evening rains
My hands grabbing as much as it could catch
The rain laugh at me, but I won’t care
So I wake each morning to play
For home gives pleasure and happiness


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