On a new day
Where new beginnings
Seem brighter than
Happy endings and cool sun-rays

In a deluge
Where snowy mountains
Crackle under your feet
More than
Leaves under your moccasins where they meet

I miss some of these memoirs
I wrote somewhere safe
Now they got hidden under a
Pile of things which were meant
For you to take

Such is my childhood, unneeded
So innocent
Like an icicle aesthetically placed on a cave
Ready to **** someone at a moment's notice
With a deluge of spontaneity