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the sweet taste of pistachio

is bringing me back in time,

when I was merely a child

playing with pebbles

words and games,

that were only touching

the surface

of our shiny days.

back then

I only saw the white clouds

and the clear blue skies,

looking upwards all the time,

cherishing my every step,

knowing that they’ll lead

to all the beautiful places

in this serene blue world.

I finished my snack,

but I still feel the taste

of the green pistachio,

of my childhood days.