Warm Summer nights and
The children play outdoors.
Shouting,
Running,
Trying to catch falling-stars in buckets.
Grinning like a Cheshire Cat;
The moon watches over them.
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Warm Summer nights and
The children play outdoors.
Shouting,
Running,
Trying to catch falling-stars in buckets.
Grinning like a Cheshire Cat;
The moon watches over them.
Taking a shot at this..
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You created a wonderful image in so few words. Nicely done.
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Very well written!
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Beautiful words. Gave me childhood nostalgia.
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Reminds me of catching light’ning bugs in a jar.
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The sense of love and joy this piece emits is just as charming as it is sweet! Beautiful work, my friend!
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It brings back memories of being a child with no real worries…just play and have fun!
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Sometimes I miss those days but most of the time I’m happy where I am now.
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Evocative and sweet. You’ve conjured some fond memories. I like this one a lot!
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