Miss I miss those days... When i understand simple joy of... Easy smile for any little joke shared; Willing hug to a friend; Simple pat on a shoulder. When all i do is... Explore daily joys from nature; Feeling the touch of leaves on my skin; Simple bare foot walk on the greenery. Act as we are... Hopping to joyous moments; Cry to saddness; Guilty for our wrongs. When things are simple... A friend is a friend with your back; An enemy is one who will not even talk to you; A relationship means committment to a certain extent. Things are black and white... The truth is true; A lie is a lie; Words are sincere and real. Why can't we be as we are; Must we really follow the society's norm? ©jane lum
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