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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required The Old Child That Is Living In Me When the Time was beautiful and Life clean and meaningful, we were those toddlers to waddle in shallow dirty swamps; run on dusty lands, leaving swirling winds in our wakes, When time was beautiful and quiet, we'd sneak stealthily after midnight, looking for sleeping birds in eucalyptus trees, or stealing unripe prickly pear from the neighbour 's orchards. and skip like little birds into the darkest alleys to scare away the black ghosts. When time was ripe and soulfoul, i'd take that beaten path bound for the shallow pond, singing sweet love melody of the girl of my dreams, as Summer sun would stay at zenith for hours. cast a little shadow upon my head, time was at vertical heat and no tough soul dared show such boldness, except a romantic guy and some nasty innocent peers.And when time was so long and the muscles so strong, we'd enter fighting arenas, after a lost football match..win or lose the blood will gush forth no matter the score..... It was when life used to really have the name of joy and delight, and the risks taken were driven by the thrill of living.,like young and careless spirits that were gone with the wind.......... . As time is not child and wild, but old and wise, i look at those times buried in the back of my mind, as words i forgot to write; in that past, being too busy in plays in innocence and celestial existence !!!
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