Childhood

I remember balloons full of water. Shot guns and punctured balloons. Rain came and left the mud dancing. The devil re-traced his steps and rolled away when the rain stopped. The hills were drunk and happier than ever before. So happy they did bad things, relying on the rainbow to clean their eyes. --- This episode is sponsored by · Anchor: The easiest way to make a podcast. https://anchor.fm/app Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/nakedpoetry/support