As a child, I used to run.
Across golden fields in summer's heat.
As a child, I used to climb.
Crimson trees painted in Autumn's bliss.
As a child, I used to taste.
First snowflake born from winter's kiss.
As a child, I used to hope.
A start of a new year with spring's birth.
As a grown-up,
I did none of these.
May 30, 2014
May 30, 2014 at 5:39 AM UTC
As a child, I used to run.
Across golden fields in summer's heat.
As a child, I used to climb.
Crimson trees painted in Autumn's bliss.
As a child, I used to taste.
First snowflake born from winter's kiss.
As a child, I used to hope.
A start of a new year with spring's birth.
As a grown-up,
I did none of these.
