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Feb 2018
All children reach
An age where they end
Their childish splendor.

They stab it,
Shoot it even.
They **** it dead.

But some
The seldom few
Let their spirits blossom.

Cherry blossom hearts
Chrysanthemum minds
And rose bloomed souls.

Flower crowns upon their heads
They run through the jungles
Of life, marriage, and parenthood.

So these seldom few
The seldom few
Who didn’t ****** their past.

These seldom few
They hide in plain sight.
Hidden away from the eyes of time.

They hide in the skin of adulthood
But underneath they’re different
Underneath lies a lovely garden.
Don’t let the garden of your childhood die out.
Not completely.
Written by
Austin Mizelle  17/M/Where dreamers sleep
(17/M/Where dreamers sleep)   
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