As carefree children frolic in the gusty lilt of spring
they murmur joyously with every unembarrassed fling
rambunctiously extending tiny hands into the air
divulging friendly secrets only artless hearts can share.
Are You Reading Me?
Are You Reading Me?
We grow up? Just a guess. ;)
ReplyDeletea beautiful description of childhood, too bad it can't last.
I know :(
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