Childhood Dreams Poem by Nero CaroZiv

My back days of sweet childhood dreams
Are so full of spring blooming things
With the world tenderness erupting from memories clear or dim
All stories and tales about old time knights and adventures of kings.

The old child fantasy dreams
Where my thoughts would often stroll and throng
Are far too full of happiness and gleam
To even hold a daily invigorating song.

Oh, the full dreams are so daunting, vivid and rich
And the innocent world in the dreams was clean and wide
Sweet and shadowy houses along meadows with orchards of birch
Where my thoughts could retreat, shelter and hide.

But nowadays the world took my dreams away
And it made them all come to some degree true
My thoughts, my ambitions have no place in the world to play,
Splendor stall, where nothing change or move except my deep rue.





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