Humanity, Kindness, Compassion, Love, Nature, poetry

Wings of Youth

Turn back the time
On wings of youth 
Days of our childhood 
Wrapped in niavety
Sans worries, sans fear 
Warmth of mom’s lap
Grandma’s gentle rebuking 
Plucking raw apples from
Beareded neighbour’s garden
Running wild reckless
Drenched in first showers
Colourful candy floss
Orange, yellow, white…
Waiting long in ques 
Festive harvest fairs 
To be first in merry go round
Stealing glimpses 
Of boy next door 
Sipping dad’s left
Scotch in crystal glass 
A youthful memory treasured 
In aged heart forever.

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