INNOCENT FACE

Reviving memories
of the forgotten days;
running down the slopes
with wings spread.
The eyes popped out
in wonder,
or the reckless fights,
only to surrender.
"I don't want to drink milk,
I don't want to drink milk,
I don't want to drink milk."
The flooded river took away
the wooden bridge with it
every monsoon.
We looked at the remnants and
wondered, "Will the next one
survive the blows
of the flow of time?"
The mischief we played together;
you were my accomplice.
But only you were punished,
I was saved.
My precious possession,
you then coveted.
The closest friend from my
good old days --
my reflection, my alibi,
... my innocent face.

~damit~

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