Childhood
Alone, but not lonely
Lost in a make-believe world full of adventures and dreams.
Lightening bugs sparkle in your palm;
Dancing snow angels glitter by your side;
Stories form in drifting clouds;
The warmth of your mother's home always waits for you,
Welcoming you.
The moments have passed.
The adventures have ended.
The memories will always live on.

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