In the cradle of childhood dreams,
Lie treasures of endless delight,
Toys crafted with tender hands,
Ancient and modern, purest in sight.
From rag dolls stitched with love,
To wooden horses galloping free,
These companions, timeless and true,
Bring laughter, joy, and glee.
In the soft glow of a cozy room,
Blocks and bears join the play,
Forming castles, kingdoms grand,
Where imaginations sway.
Through centuries, these faithful friends,
Have shared the days and nights,
Bearing witness to whispered secrets,
And fears turned into flights.
With every wheel and wing that turns,
And marbles rolled in a race,
The child’s world is lit with wonder,
A magical, sacred space.
Though years may pass, and times may change,
Their essence ever stays,
For toys, with their enduring charm,
Light up the darkest days.
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