gather up
violets and daisies;
marigolds and freesias,
white roses and jasmine,
peonies and magnolias…
and put them in a string
for a necklace? a crown?…
i dream of flying through the sky
and touching the clouds…
of climbing trees
and running with the breeze…
of looking silly while dancing
and soaking in the rain..
where has my inner child gone?
and when did my innocence leave me?
i wonder if i tucked
them away somewhere…
i wonder where…
forgetful me…



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