In the echo of youthful laughter, I pine,
A desire deep, like sweet vintage wine.
Eagerly seeking days of innocence and cheer,
To be that carefree child, free from fear.

Skipping stones in the stream of time,
Yearning for a simpler, childhood rhyme.
No worries weighed upon tender shoulders,
Just dreams, adventures, and endless boulders.

In the glow of nostalgia's gentle light,
I crave the days bathed in pure delight.
To chase butterflies, dance in the rain,
Oh, the bliss of being a child again.

In the playground's magic, laughter rings,
A desire within, like a song that sings.
To rewind the clock, relive the joy,
Oh, to be a kid again, my heart does employ.
#childhood
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