Its like the wind
It comes and goes
As it pleases
It doesn't ask permission
To enter...
It just breaks in
And then like a tornado
Runs out, leaving behind
Only ruins...
The elementary school - (ode to childhood)
Today I stop by this little park in my son old school. Long time ago, in this same place, I asked him and his classmates what did they wan...
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