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 …

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