Honey Sweet

Childhood days

Are like feathers in the wind

Sticky to touch

Bees with honeyed legs

And birds with crooked eyes

Broken sidewalks and abandoned houses

Nostalgia slipping through time

Yesterday, yesterday

Too far away

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