Oh, to be a child
One more time To dream while I'm awake To eat everything anew To Glamorize the mundane as if it was treasure. The things I knew when I was a child I will have to grow old to remember. Oh, to be a child One more time Like a butterfly springing out of its cocoon Like a bird spreading its wings Like a song at the moment of its inception. Innocent, open, free. Oh, to be a child. Oh.
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AuthorIn April 2020, while experiencing her first ever global pandemic, Tamar Pelzig pledged to write something every day, even if it's only a word, so she welcomed to the world a daily blog to keep her creative writing wheels rolling. Categories
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