Memory

A girl is swimming in the lake, surrounded by whispering trees. And a boy up the hill is running towards a blue swing. While somewhere children lie with their ears on train tracks and jump into the river, a young boy with a stick in his mouth is pretending to smoke a cigarette. One young girl is singing beautiful melodies and one is playing with paper dolls. We all live in the same place. Barely licked by time and death. Wave at them, till you can still see them.