In Search of Ourselves
Then we became children again
Running and giggling
Touching and rolling on the meadow
Smelling the fresh rain drops
On glass blades.
Slowly the familiar things
Became magical
Mystical
And unfamiliar
I looked at them
I looked at you
With lots of curiosity
As if I have not seen
Them or you before
The creation
And degeneration
All stuffed with delight
Love and care
Rules
And principles
Shown in colors
And shapes
And gait and smile
I lost myself in this thought
Until you shook me up
And said,
Hey, wake up
Let us run and run
And play hides and seek
And off we went
In search of ourselves
((*.*))
October 15, 1996
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