When I was little
I was little, very little, when Happiness went away. I moved the entire earth, walked in the ferns, poked in the river. Happiness had disappeared. I looked to the sky. I remember, the sun had the porous face of an orange. Not unlike my skin. My eyes fixed above, I saw it then, streched my arms. It didn't seem to see me. It was flying gaiely in the clouds' orangey peels.
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Love childhood moments like these. I try to conjure them sometimes, mostly through fragrances. I got Evening In Paris perfume for Christmas. I used to buy it at a dimestore when I was little. I love trying to stay in touch with that time.
Childhood emotions remain important to us throughout our life. Thanks Diane.
I'd started my comment with the word "Lovely!" I must have deleted it somehow..
Lovely work.
Thank you, Gary.
Poignant.
"the sun had the porous face of an orange."
Such a striking image!
Thank you Darryl.
Thank you Ed.
Beautiful and sad, like a child.*
Many thanks Tim.
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