Oh wondrous days of youth's sweet grace,
When laughter danced across my face.
Each simple joy, a treasure rare,
In whispered winds, mystery was there.
The world was bright, a canvas wide,
With beauty found on every side.
In every leaf and starry night,
That wonder still lives, to my delight.
So let me grasp those moments dear,
For in my soul, they still appear.
With open arms, I will create,
The wonder things had when I was just eight.
Aug 2, 2025
Aug 2, 2025 at 7:19 AM UTC
Oh wondrous days of youth's sweet grace,
When laughter danced across my face.
Each simple joy, a treasure rare,
In whispered winds, mystery was there.
The world was bright, a canvas wide,
With beauty found on every side.
In every leaf and starry night,
That wonder still lives, to my delight.
So let me grasp those moments dear,
For in my soul, they still appear.
With open arms, I will create,
The wonder things had when I was just eight.
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