Father, I remember
Back when I was in the kindergarten
Back when I used to ride your back
I remember filling my timidly tender hands,
With a handful of love for you
And today,
I see my hands empty,
With my emptied hands,
And your eyes filled,
I realize, that I have grown different,
From you
Oct 9, 2017
Oct 9, 2017 at 11:50 AM UTC
Father, I remember
Back when I was in the kindergarten
Back when I used to ride your back
I remember filling my timidly tender hands,
With a handful of love for you
And today,
I see my hands empty,
With my emptied hands,
And your eyes filled,
I realize, that I have grown different,
From you
I wish to learn more from him,
Give him back the worlds of love that he lent me
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