The sweet memory

By Moon

Sometimes the heat cries,

I want you by my side,

Those golden days,

When I used to slide,

With you on my left side,

Back then I had nothing to cry on,

I used to fly like a butterfly,

Those were the lovely dreams,

Of Barbie Cinderella and the wicked queen,

Those small fights,

Over a chocolate bite,

Those were the days,

Of my pride,

Wearing a birthday gown,

With all my friends sings a birthday song,

That excitement for my birthday to reach,

Flying kites in the wind so sweet,

Those were the lovely days,

When I was a child.

By Moon