His hairs were soft and cozy
like the cassia bloom during every birthday
When we were kids we thought they are mayflowers
On the dreamy bed of dissolving pinks to white
we could cuddle and sleep from dawn to dusk
We grew up fast somehow
his eyes did learn to see distinct shades of brown too
Growing up like everyone else within a city scape
has always been a good thing with peers
I did become some myself in between in deed
From a high of grounded skies
like my blurry vision to the emptiness
only dreamy mayflowers faded away
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