From My Yearbook

Fieldtrip

The memories of the magnificent mountains

Still showing up in my mind.

The striking impressions about the scarlet ibises

Still displaying pictures even until now.

The songs from the saline sea

Still singing like it is the only song I ever hear.

The sounds echo by the soaring swans

Still resonating among the silence.

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The mystical moments in the museum

Still remembering the marble busts and statues.

The wonderful whiplashes of the water slides

Still feeling the sharp turns inside.

The roaring screams from the roller coasters

Still ringing even until now.

The whole day dancing with delightful guys

Still playing like a repeating movie.

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I know that time can only see its end,

But I'll try to keep these reminiscences from being buried by the sand.