It’s My Song
So beautiful and free
I felt just like that once
the world my Wonderland
and I could do no wrong.
Blinded by my youth
forever was my troth
until that mighty fall
into the rabbit hole.
Now that time has passed
my body bent with age
my mind keeps playing tricks,
a lie!
(I tell myself.)
© Rebecca Sanchez 2013
Shared with Imaginary Garden Of Real Toads.
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Nice work and juxtaposition Bekkie! Brought a sigh to my lips.
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Thank you so much, that’s an awesome comment you made my day!!
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Nothing could be more truth than that it’s a lie
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Thank you Bjorn!
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touching!
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Thank you so much! Do you write with our group? If so, under what name?
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Sharmishtha Basu
https://mydomainpvt.wordpress.com/2016/09/12/mend-for-haiku-horizons/
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Thank you!
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The soul never ages even when the flesh loses innocence. At least that is what I wish to believe.
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I think it’s true. The soul doesn’t let a few things like losing innocence bother it.
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Of course it’s a lie! The soul is forever young and free. 🙂
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Don’t we know it Rosemary!
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A nice presentation of innocence lost
Much love…
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Thank you Gillena!
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