Now I remember a small girl in me,
innocent and childish.
For nothing in the universe would worry her,
she was awed with fantasies and beautiful bounties.

Sadness never let down this little heart,
for joy was found within everything, good or bad.
Flowers and fairies would amuse her.
With joy she would muse on blissful thoughts.

She was in love with the rain,
jumping on puddles, laughing out loud.
The sun would kiss her pretty face,
making her smile at the beautiful morning vibes.

Where did that little girl vanish?
I think this is a magic of time.
Childhood turns into memories,
and you never know when.

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