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My childhood memories are so rosy now
just simple things, a makeshift swing
and puzzles made of rocks and string

I give to each this special glow
a secret smile, my childish style
to make my friends remain awhile

But could it be these memories
are different things, my siren sings
of much desired imaginings?

If so I wish to never know
Remembering smiles, that yet beguile
and make this time so soft, worthwhile

(c) Helen Valentina 2016