i've been here before.
but why is it different?
there is so much to adore.
this bark, it's old.
this grass, it's fresh.
that dandelion died,
ready to grant its wish.
this is a place,
where dreams exist.
where wonders and worries,
all seem to mix.
hide and seek.
tag your it.
i think this pile of leaves
is where i'll sit.
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