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Lost Innocence.
Not an ancient story-
When I was a boy of eight,
Life was full of colors;
Sweet dreams and evergreen memories!
I found the thrill of adventure
In the little things,
The bittersweet quarrels with
The old best friends,
The childhood seems to be
A fantasy today.
When insomnia was a fairytale,
Midnight thoughts weren't nightmare!
When tears were the best weapon
And I could have a sooth smile.
It was not a mere story-
Of 'No drama and more peace'!
I still miss that winter cozy vibes
When lap was warmer than today!
The childhood seems to be
A distant music today.
When I had the thrive of deciphering
And to be simple and super!
Time passes by-
Writing the story of the lost innocence!
© Stranger
When I was a boy of eight,
Life was full of colors;
Sweet dreams and evergreen memories!
I found the thrill of adventure
In the little things,
The bittersweet quarrels with
The old best friends,
The childhood seems to be
A fantasy today.
When insomnia was a fairytale,
Midnight thoughts weren't nightmare!
When tears were the best weapon
And I could have a sooth smile.
It was not a mere story-
Of 'No drama and more peace'!
I still miss that winter cozy vibes
When lap was warmer than today!
The childhood seems to be
A distant music today.
When I had the thrive of deciphering
And to be simple and super!
Time passes by-
Writing the story of the lost innocence!
© Stranger
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