That taste of chocolates,
Too delicate,
And singing by the garden,
Rhymes.
Innocent eyes waddling,
In wonderlands,
And doll houses.
A sleep, too deep to be disturbed!
Chasing the butterflies,
Little butterflies, all fascinating!
Cared, loved,
If I recall,
Left- too far,
My Childhood!
A jewel, too dear!
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