A simple wind, floating from above,
Boys and girls, running through mounds of leaves,
Collected together for that very moment.
Do you remember those days?
Every day, running around the neighborhood.
Forgetting the world behind us.
Grass marks on our already muddy clothes.
Hills that we had just discovered then conquered a day.
I remember the triumphant look we had when we took on a new adventure.
Just a usual day, to everyone else.
Kings would bow down to us, the queens.
Little moments, are what we lived for.
Mounts of dirt, turned into kingdoms,
No one knew of our grand world
Only if they saw it; Saw the
Pearls made of stones,
Queens of the world is what we were.
Remember those times we had?
Stretching for the sky,
Turning a simple thing into magic.
Until dinner time.
Victory we rejoiced,
We were just ordinary girls, after all.
X marked the spots where new treasures awaited.
You remember?
Zooming through the wind?
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