How I Miss
A trip long ago.
When time was happy and slow .
Where joy spread all around .
A time when you fall ,you never hit the ground .
Stretch your arm and hand .
And you can touch sky and land .
Oh, how I miss .
When every breeze was a kiss. .....
Friday 1st October 2021
Copyright © Mohamed Omar | Year Posted 2021
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