Bittersweet

Wagon-red memories of childhood trundle down ore-rich earthen paths, disappearing in clouds of what was, leaving wisps of dreams and clips of songs to fade on the summer wind.

I could still be that girl in the wagon, lemonade sparkling in sunlight.
 

 

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14 thoughts on “Bittersweet

  1. I love how the memories themselves are “wagon-red.” The best memories are summer, aren’t they? The music, the smells. The sparkling lemonade is just brilliant.

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