Childhood

In this game we play We dance in the colors dripping down our backs painting the carpet Your smile is sweet reflecting back at me The sun is setting and the flowers are singing softly We gather our memories in empty jars to gather dust on the shelves The summer will end and our innocence will leave as well But tonight we dance with fireflies and taste honey dripping down our chins

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