I often see this world through
the eyes of my inner child,
A curious, constant seeker,
Most things around me
still fill my heart with wonder,
Be it the glorious nature
and how everything in it
seems to be in perfect harmony,
Or the beautiful night sky and
how it always looks different with
the waxing and waning of the moon,
Or the vast, mysterious universe
and how I'll never see
or understand most of it,
Sometimes I feel like a wide-eyed little girl,
And a part of me refuses to grow up,
For what good would this world be
without any mysteries or magic?
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