The Old Days

By: Carrot (School of Mathematics)
Competition Year: 2016
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I dreamed last night,
back to the old days.

On the ladders in my high school,
I climbed step by step.
There still be full of sunshine.
There still be candy-floss-like clouds,
floating around the mountain peak.
Across the street a cluster of bungalows
let go the blue blue sky.
Sometimes it could be
a flash of lightning splitting the dark sky,
followed by threatening thunderstorms and torrential rains.

I climbed step by step.
My hands could touch the smooth stairs
and rough handrails.
I saw myself laughing and joking with friends.
I saw boys and girls chatting with each other.
It seemed that
things would never change.

I climbed step by step.
Eventually I arrived at my classroom but,
suddenly I found
new students there taking classes.
Then I wake up.
My old days end.
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