#WritcoPoemPrompt49
The days of slate and chalk,
Are not easy to erase,
They hold memories,
Of my childhood,
And our childhood is very precious to us,
As a child, we fall asleep wishing we could grow up as soon as possible.
But after growing up, I remember how good my childhood was,
And we want to get lost again in our childhood.
There was no worry about any destination,...