Way back then
when all was pure and simple
when summer days
were long as Neverland—
way back then
when tunes were rhymes and jingles
I used to wish that life will never end.

Way back then
I used to count the hours
and wished the night
will turn day again—
I longed for breezy
sudden autumn showers
and clouds that sailed
above the fertile plains.

I loved the freshness
of the early winter—
on days when snow
had fallen from the sky
and all had glistened white
with sparkly glitter
way back then before we said Goodbye.

Way back then
nothing seemed to bother
I felt alive and young
and so carefree—
I yearned for the spring
to bloom in all its colors
and whiffed each flower like a thirsty bee.

And now I look back
and I often wonder—
where have all those
marvel moments gone?
and then I hear
a distant clap of thunder
and once again I feel I am reborn.
©Yakira Shimoni Fulks
October 13, 2018 | OC, California
Kira’s Art | The Lonely Rose

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