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i was cleaning up one day and found an old picture of me and my siblings on eid day
, I must have been 8 or 9,were all sitting together, bursting with happiness, lol i cant remember why, but we looked so happpy and innocent, i was inspired to write this short poem.Its about childhood and innocence and dreams
, only the way children can dream..If you like it, ill post more of my stuff.Enjoy.
An Old Picture
I look at this picture
its of all four of us
just four
the fifth and sixth
i choose to believe do no exist
Our streching smiles
can only show
our childish joy
that i so miss
How much weve changed
Now, too much we know
they say 'ignorance is bliss'
How big the world
looked back then
uncharted, undiscovered
the very same world
how small it is now
im so suprised
You see those sparkles in our eyes
thats not the cameras flash
those were our dreams, our hopes
and feverant wishes, disguised
in the cameras light.
Smooth unscathed skins
oblivious grins
hide mischevious secrets,
unplanned adventures.
And when we
closed our eye,
we grew wings,
we always knew
we could fly.


An Old Picture
I look at this picture
its of all four of us
just four
the fifth and sixth
i choose to believe do no exist
Our streching smiles
can only show
our childish joy
that i so miss
How much weve changed
Now, too much we know
they say 'ignorance is bliss'
How big the world
looked back then
uncharted, undiscovered
the very same world
how small it is now
im so suprised
You see those sparkles in our eyes
thats not the cameras flash
those were our dreams, our hopes
and feverant wishes, disguised
in the cameras light.
Smooth unscathed skins
oblivious grins
hide mischevious secrets,
unplanned adventures.
And when we
closed our eye,
we grew wings,
we always knew
we could fly.
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