That Childhood Bliss

Mere pleasure is a child’s game,

With thundering eyes and playful shame.

With a lullaby never sung more beautifully

And a mind encapsulated with deep harmony.

Rendering thoughts may cross your mind;

You might play a rhythm of your own kind.

But never too late is that muse to rise;

Never is our soul short of its tries.

Kindle that flower, that colour beautified;

Let your body feel the elixir streaming wide.

That bubble of thoughts you seek to indulge in;

Let it bind you, let it create that magic within.

Weave the strings your sober heart wants to hear,

Perfected emotions threading each memory you bear.

Open the window to a brighter sunshine,

Let that light ignite every soul you call “mine”.


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