In the passing afternoon
I look at the passing afternoon
I look at that bright sunshine
I look at the fading light of that sun
So many memories come to mind then
in the house between aunt’s house
filtered through the small window
I play with the sun’s rays
I look at that little girl
who doesn’t know anything
who just knows how to play
know how to touch and hold the sunshine
The days pass by one by one
and become far away from my reach
Games of carefree days of childhood…
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