oh how i miss
the dewy-eyed bliss
of such hollowed days.
parcels to plunder,
stuffed with wonder
of childish ways.
now i sit
and reminisce,
watching memories fade,
to an empty shade – of blue.
oh year’s rewind,
the sound of glee
a whiff of pine
and an offering under the tree.
by K. Osei
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