Literature
The story of my child self
Deep inside my mind a child sleeps.
In the twinkle of my eye she'll play.
Though grey and dull the world seems,
She finds new colours every day
As I weary eyed rest my head.
She springs forth to dream once more.
And though my body lies in bed,
My mind is free to soar.
Deep inside my heart she stays,
Finding wonders now and then,
As I walk through grey days.
Wishing I could sleep, and dream again
As I grow up she stays the same,
Amazed by wonders all around.
She'll turn a flicker into a flame,
And make music out of every sound.
Deep inside my mind a child lives.
And I hope she always will.
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