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For a brief time
they gathered secret treasures, shared and laughed and dreamed like children, oblivious of the next minute. Lucky are the children: not yet tarnished by caution, questions, regret. No memories to tear them apart. No suspicions for them to doubt. A garden to call their own. |
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Very nice write,,and Welcome to poems..
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Thanks
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I it, and I totally agree.
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Welcome
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For a brief time they gathered secret treasures, shared and laughed and dreamed like children, oblivious of the next minute. Lucky are the children: not yet tarnished by caution, questions, regret. No memories to tear them apart. No suspicions for them to doubt. A garden to call their own. adding to your poem children gather with secerts in there hands and not open to eye of who is else around as they all have doubts of who one they can trust. as the savior has given them a heart and soul and to learn from each one mistake as its brief time for one to show they still belong in the tunnel of light untill one is ready to reborn |
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