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Remembering My Childhood
Remebering my childhood is dear to me.
Remindes me of how things used to be.
Not having much but having it all, realizing not, untill the call.
The call of the world, realization of being.
The call of love, which is all so fleeting.
The call of purpose, if you live you'll learn,
Like melting snow, you'll have your turn.
Remembering my childhood is dear to me,
all the beautiful things i thought i'd see, I did, as a child.
poem
by
Aye Dev
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