In the garden where bodies play,
We chased the sun through bright bouquets,
With laughter sweet as warm spring rain,
Each moment is pure, unmarred by pain.
Barefoot adventures on gravel roads,
Imagined worlds in secret codes,
Treehouse forts and whispered dreams—
Life is richer than it ever seems.
Fireflies dance in twilight's glow,
Skip stones across the river’s flow;
The taste of ice cream drips like time—
A fleeting joy wrapped extra fine.
Echoes of a cherished song—
These memories that keep us strong;
Though years may pass and seasons change,
In our hearts, they’ll not grow strange.
For childhood memories still,
In quiet moments when we will—
Recall those days with tender grace—
As light returns to every space.
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Author:
Mark The Phenomenon (
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A beautifully penned poem, rich in childhood memories. You took me on a nostalgia trip. Very much enjoyed. Thanks for sharing.
Beautiful
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