CHILDHOOD
When I was a child,
My childhood didn't teach me certain things.
Some of them remained as miracles,
And the rest settled as mysteries.
In my childhood,
I didn't know why those green trees were going back,
Far away from my vision.
My innocency never taught me
Why the farthest moon seems to be coming along with me.
I didn't even understand
Why those twinkling stars would disappear in the morning.
And now, I am still me,
But my childhood had left me long ago,
Without even waving a Goodbye,
Leaving all the magical mysteries behind.
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