The flowers of life,
Vibrant with joy,
Innocence shines upon,
Raining with bliss around.
Holds a precious treasure,
Which holds onto time,
Once gone, may never come back,
Yet we try to remember the track.
Looking back,
I stand here, still,
Thanking GOD,
As he pleasantly nods.
May I re-live,
The childhood, dear;
Escaping from this time,
As the dull shadows
Have forgotten JOY!
As I rest with a CRY!
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