I smell the fragrance of early childhood breeze.
The days of long-lasting happiness.
The games we play, cheerfulness of life.
The food we eat, satisfaction of hunger.
Walking on streets, an everyday excitement.
Then running towards to joys of everybody.
Everyday is a greatness of God,
Happiness was astounding.
Remembering the days, brings back the life.
Wishes of love are the wishes of everlasting joy.
To bring back the lost happiness,
Kept hidden within the long lost years.
Struggling is what always felt,
Everything was not a joy to heart.
Longing the escape from a world of sadness,
Wanting a new start live out the fullest.
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