Redux

A
brightness
permeates
in and around
the air. So joyous,
feeling light and free now.
Let’s enjoy this wondrous time.
Come play like in our youth again.
No one and nothing could bring us down.
Do you remember how you felt back then?
We escaped into our own little worlds.
Fantasies filled with fresh scenery.
Everything was possible then.
Rich daydreams colored our world.
Sun, fun, and games all day!
Innocent children
at play again.
I sure do
miss it,
friend.
Originally published 2/6/2019 on I Write Her.
We can still dream
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Indeed! Sometimes it’s the best therapy! :) Thanks, Diana.
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Beautiful, days when we were children, and our dreams were big.
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Exactly! The dreams were big and STAYED big! :) Thanks, Diana!
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I miss it too, Susi. Times were simpler.
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So much so! Thanks for reading, Eugenia!
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You’re welcome, Susi!
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Susi I love this etheree and reverse etheree! Yes I do miss those days without a care!
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So glad you enjoyed this, Val! Same. :)
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A wonderful poem celebrating the freedom of childhood
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Very much so! Thank you, Sadje!
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You’re most welcome
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