Childhood...

Childhood

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Childhood maybe ever praised,
Full of beauty charming grace.
Playing, laughing and often crying,
Are the signs of the beautiful race.

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Like a fawn, playing and jumping,
A child runs through the lawns.
He is only carefree,
From the burden of awful plans.

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I want to become a child again,
To escape from the burden and pain.
To pass my days with happy and gay,
With the carefree child I want to play.

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Original poem by @iNdra