Tender moments
etched in my mind
like scars on my heart
Fell from the high
tears streaming down
father's arms cradling me
mother's love shining bright
Curiosity burned me
literally and figuratively
reaching for the flame
pain searing my skin
School days and sibling adventures
lingering in the fields
trying to tame the water
with books and laughter
Lessons learned the hard way
love that was always there
moments that shape me
a heart that's still singing.
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My Boy Ryngkhlem (
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