Once upon a fleeting time,
There was a child in me.
The positive side of everything,
She used to see.
Innocent, calm and cornered,
She used to be.
No stress, no responsibilities, no deaves.
Big, small injuries,
The same day used to heal.
In front of me,
Life spread like a sea.
With happiness as high as the keel.
Unexpectedly, soon
The rudder was jee.
She went from flower to flower,
Like a bee.
At every luring flower,
She sat to deem.
Carefully selecting,
Just honey she reaped.
Which she also carried,
To others in need.
They were compelled to feel,
And to be feal.
But things are not,
As straight as they’re seen.
Veil of adulthood,
Fell upon the wean.
She fell in the weel,
Of life’s entwined reel.
The honey extractors,
Ceased all her honey and gee.
Once upon a fleeting time,
There was a child in me.
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