bring me back to the time
when we were innocent flowers
without a worry in the world
walk accross fields of grassy green
freedom from every crime
except when our mothers
told us not to run with scissors
life was but a fantastic journey
and talks about the tooth fairy
we sew the unseen
imaginary was more real
than reality
this is the age of lost innocence...we all are sorry for that....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Never to be got back stage! We can only ruminate and help the children enjoy and become worthy citizens of the world!