I want to go back to the time,
When getting high meant – on a swing,
When drinking meant apple juice,
When love was mum’s hug,
When dad’s shoulder was -
The highest place on the earth,
When your worst enemies were
Your siblings,
When the only thing that could hurt-
Were wounded knees,
When the only things broken toys,
When GOOD BYE meant - only till next morning,
…. Koi lauta de mere beete huye din…
Learnt from a friend
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