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Rated: · Poetry · Other · #1266471
bicycle, orange vest, tire swing.
I take a journey
As I cycle through grass
So green and full of dew.
Reaching my village, I reminisce
The childhood days-
Swinging, cheering on a tire swing
Suspended on a banyan tree
Going over the moon
When being gifted a bicycle
Riding round and round on it
Until my legs hurt.
And the weekly trip to the temple
Far off on a hill,
Where the priest sat
In an orange vest and white dhoti
Chanting mantras we found a mystery.
The simple joys of yesteryears
Moistened my eyes with tears
Cupping each glistening drop in my palm
I save the memories from breaking
Into a pool of tears on the ground
For memories are great to make
But if you don’t save them, and cherish them
They’re hard to be found.

(133 words)
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