A time of surrender
to unabashed fantasy
with the daily cares of life
carefully concealed
in a place untraceable
Yes, innocently
and without reply
like a dream in reality
did my childhood years
passed
And now many years later
aged in the adult
do i often think back
with tears of happiness in my eyes
on how beautiful and innocent
my chilhood was
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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