neverland
i miss the gentle air that was
once wrapped around my waist.
i miss the softness i'd place
in my footprints with each step
i'd take. please, please tell me
where did that joy go that had
filled my eyes to the brim? is it
possible to bring back the sun
that my voice had bathed in?
tell me it's not too late. i want
to go back. let me grow back to
those times.
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