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Childhood's Bliss
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Under the vast sky, so clear and wide,
Hung the cool breeze, so mild,
Sun shone, paths were lit,
Moon beamed, snore hit.
Blessed are those days when I was in a shawl,
Carefully carried, moved, not to bawl,
Eyes closed to the scary,
Ears deaf to the story.
Mind was blank like tabula rasa,
Freedom, peace, clouded my being,
Hands soft out of holding less,
Sleep came timelessly.
I fed on milk, pure as the foamy waves,
In beautiful hands, not spent in the cages,
In high spirit, this phase of life passed,
With warm touches, smiles, the memories were carved.
© Oxford
Under the vast sky, so clear and wide,
Hung the cool breeze, so mild,
Sun shone, paths were lit,
Moon beamed, snore hit.
Blessed are those days when I was in a shawl,
Carefully carried, moved, not to bawl,
Eyes closed to the scary,
Ears deaf to the story.
Mind was blank like tabula rasa,
Freedom, peace, clouded my being,
Hands soft out of holding less,
Sleep came timelessly.
I fed on milk, pure as the foamy waves,
In beautiful hands, not spent in the cages,
In high spirit, this phase of life passed,
With warm touches, smiles, the memories were carved.
© Oxford
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