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    • Mar 11
    • 1 min read

Back There

By Rhea


Sometimes I wonder


If I wanna go back

To holding my parents hands

And down memory lane


To the first ever house we lived in

To the first ever memories we made

To sincere laughs and fleeting sadness

To sweaty summers and lemonade



And being tucked in and watched over

Not a care in the world

If only the earth stopped spinning

And the story never unfurled


Sometimes I wonder


If I wanna go back to holding my parents hands

And down memory lane

To cherish the child that hides within

That I might never see again


By Rhea



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