Lovesome leaf was I, swaying frail and green;
Came an unhoped thief and robbed my sheen.
Life was gentle, nerveless and just plain;
Bore no baggage of hassles, to stock in vain.
Swanned I, in the slow sun struck woods;
Wool-gathered I, in the subdued moony beds.
Was beguiled by the beaming petite fireflies;
Trailing butterflies, whooped I happy cries.
Flipped a pebble to commove the sleeping pond;
Ramped up castles of sand on the shores, so fond.
Diddled with my fluid shadow in the day light;
Numbered the winking stars on the slate of night.
Clock flew the coop fast and the world said “Grow up”;
Slyness moused in and doors of whiteness shut up.
Lessons of growing up are cautiously trusted;
And swings of innocence are rakishly………. betrayed.
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Strings of Soulfulness 