We would run hard,
when the days were short and cold,
from one end of the village to the other,
to the river.
The quickest gets to dive first.
If he wished,
he would invite the second.
Six Fingers was always the quickest.
The last I saw him,
he took his first dive,
ran towards me with a snake in his fist.
In fear, frozen and pushed I stood,
against the headless coconut tree:
Snake held to my face,
his eyes were wide and windowed his delight.
I ran home. Left to the City.
Never would I see Six Fingers again.
Grandma told me he's dead.
But I would like to see that palm again.
when the days were short and cold,
from one end of the village to the other,
to the river.
The quickest gets to dive first.
If he wished,
he would invite the second.
Six Fingers was always the quickest.
The last I saw him,
he took his first dive,
ran towards me with a snake in his fist.
In fear, frozen and pushed I stood,
against the headless coconut tree:
Snake held to my face,
his eyes were wide and windowed his delight.
I ran home. Left to the City.
Never would I see Six Fingers again.
Grandma told me he's dead.
But I would like to see that palm again.
This is so beautiful and for some reason it really touched me.
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You could have divided the last stanza I.e. the line grandma told me could be written by leaving a few spaces.
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