Mognori

You took my hand first, without any barrier.

How delicate it was.

Strong enough to fight its way through other children.

My mind, now struggling for reminiscence, was then devoid of any reaction.

———–

You tucked a shuttlecock into my hand, made of freshly-picked leaves.

Was it a gift?

Your smart glance gave me a sharp feeling back then, I guess.

A beauty so pure and innocent, that was illegal to neglect.

———–

Your skin shone brighter than the shea butter under the savannah sun.

Would you like to dance? I wish I could have asked in any possible way.

You sat on my lap like it was a set routine every day.

Blue slippers, short jeans, orange T-shirt that had two pandas on it.

Would you like to see them in my country?

———–

I stood on top of the sturdy wattle-and-daub cottage and looked at the village and its surroundings.

The land was fringed with wilderness and contradictory tenderness.

You’re the brightest star above it

River on Baltic Sea

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