Back from school, the wind so cool,
The trio rambles, by the brambles.
Reminiscence of knavish days, yonder lays,
Buried deep, nostalgia seeps.
Amidst mango trees, in the summer breeze,
A bunch of kids, elvish and prankish,
Scouting around, invisible bounds,
Of times in May; untainted summer holidays.
On the bike trail, as memories sail,
Amidst the wilderness, away from the harness,
We dream of times, of kiddish crimes,
A wish to go back, such freedom we lack!
© Zoe k
The trio rambles, by the brambles.
Reminiscence of knavish days, yonder lays,
Buried deep, nostalgia seeps.
Amidst mango trees, in the summer breeze,
A bunch of kids, elvish and prankish,
Scouting around, invisible bounds,
Of times in May; untainted summer holidays.
On the bike trail, as memories sail,
Amidst the wilderness, away from the harness,
We dream of times, of kiddish crimes,
A wish to go back, such freedom we lack!
© Zoe k
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