The Land of Grimney - The Illustrated Adventures of Cora Pearl, aged 12

To see through child's eyes again
Oh lord now such a dream,
Of scented air with not a care
And tales of all we've seen.

The warmth of days in summers haze
The softest breezes blew
A reverence of innocence
Those days were all too few.

When day was ending we grew tired
Then tucked into our beds
Spawned dreams of scenes, a field of fire
Inside our youthful heads.

But why these thoughts as I now age?
Should haunt me thus with pain?
As life and strife is my next page
I wish for youth again.

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Ah! your words ring recent memories.
I too breathed dark days, lightened by memories but soured by yearnings. My darkness has passed but I feel your cry in the words.
Take heart Iceman.

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