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Dec 06, 2009
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Visiting my childhood
My bare feet
On the jade of summer
Recalling the years
When my body was shorter
hair, longer
My mind simpler
thoughts wiser
When this garden was my forest
Where friendships flourished
In the freedom of owning time
When I could dwindle in the security
Of a loving parent protecting me from the hurt I obliviously stepped into
Dolls accompanying the promise of children and a sacred wedding one day
The territory that defined me
The certainty of who I was
And of who I will become
I recall it being bigger
Now it transformed into a remembrance
Of the me that I had forgotten
A garden filled with ambitions
That remained intangible
Trading a garden for a concrete jungle
Where I am neither the child
Nor the mother
Merely a solitaire shadow
— Mrs Dalloway, Dec 06, 2009
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Kailashana
16 years 6 months ago
Such a beautiful &
magics02
16 years 6 months ago
Childhood
Kailashana
16 years 6 months ago
*have brang*? the correct
magics02
16 years 6 months ago
brought
Stander
16 years 6 months ago
Very nice…Its unfortunate
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