my carefree years
they passed by
but delightfully
like tapas
at my favorite
Spanish restaurant

before I knew it
I was not seven
but seventeen,
a different kind
of naive

a decade
is a lifetime
at certain years,
like how some seconds
are seasons
all on their own
when you’re in awe

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