To be childlike again
and free to roam
with footsteps in the mist
of innocence to comb
through forests of dreams
our imagination grows
soon extinguished it seems
by grownup woes.
© Brenda Aksionov 2018
To be childlike again
and free to roam
with footsteps in the mist
of innocence to comb
through forests of dreams
our imagination grows
soon extinguished it seems
by grownup woes.
© Brenda Aksionov 2018
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