When I was a child
Money
Was amusing paper
Of vivid colors
When I was a child
Happiness
Was where the butterfly’s rest
And the bird’s sang
When I was a child
Rain
Was god’s will
Telling us
To cry with the soul
When I was a child
My heart
belonged to the sea
Swaying
back and forth
liberated from it’s uncertainties
But all of this
Was when
I didn’t know
the world
only that place
where skys sympathize
and the ground catches
I was once
that child
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