Started musing to myself a little bit.
Remember when you were little, and everything was magic? Before you went to school, and those people called 'scientists' told you why the world is how it is, or that the world is round and has limits and bounderies? Back when anything was possible; when there was a castle on every cloud? And there was always some princess needing saved from some evil, fire-breathing beast that would fall to a single fell swing of your mighty sword? When every trip into the backyard was the stuff of legend, and a walk through the garden yielded great and mythic adventurings?
...I do. I remember it well. And it saddens me a little that I wil never again be able to capture the wonder and awe and innocence of the small child.
Anyway, please tell me what you think. This is a little different from the style of poetry that I normally write, so I'm curious to know how others see it.
Thanks for reading!
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