At night, my head is teaming with thoughts. And so I write.
The clock strikes
We have only so little time
Presious golden youth
Some pretend not to remember
The sound of father's laughter
The sweet smell of mother's arms
The feel of the first spring rain
The small things
That when taken away
Become bigger than life itself
Poetry by Nyorioko
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Written on 2009-05-03 at 04:22
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Small things
Childhood flies byThe clock strikes
We have only so little time
Presious golden youth
Some pretend not to remember
The sound of father's laughter
The sweet smell of mother's arms
The feel of the first spring rain
The small things
That when taken away
Become bigger than life itself
Poetry by Nyorioko
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Written on 2009-05-03 at 04:22
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