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Of Childhood days....
Today at the threshold of twenty,
As I watch the early Morning sun rise,
I feel a profound loss deep in my heart,
The loss of a childhood that fled by.
Memories, nostalgic, linger on...
Like the fading fragrance of a dying flower.
Dim visions of the past flash in my mind,
Thoughts of a child in his innocence.
Memories of mischief flit through,
Through a mind deadened by the world outside.
Misty memories linger at the edge of thought,
Of days spent under trees and sky,
Of the hours spent wandering imaginary realms,
With unsullied thoughts and minds.
Of a childhood filled with wonder,
Unsullied by jealousy or hate.
Of days when hours were aeons,
When a good day meant a happy one.
Gone are those times and memories,
Gone are those days of exuberance.
They have faded into the mists,
Leaving behind but ghostly memories,
Leaving behind a vulnerable soul....
Gone, they are... Lost in the swirls of Time....