Growing up feels like
Walking barefoot; Soft lush blades of grass
tickle your knees. An ice lolly in your hand,
your tongue hastily licks elusive
sweet sticky drops, whilst
looking through
heart-shaped
sunglasses shows a world in shadow
and with every step you see grasshoppers
popping to the safety of the left and the right,
And with a last step, your foot pressed
against the cool moist
ground
you feel a wasp stinging the sole.
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