A village, stunning as it is,
surrounded by mountains,
companied by creeks,
and embedded in my heart.
The bridge was a playground,
where I ran with barefoot,
swam in hot summertime,
Inhaled breeze from countryside.
The pavilion was a paradise,
where I dived in tranquility,
freed my imagination,
let my childhood dream fly.
From Hiding to Blogging 
10 thoughts on “My Childhood Dream”