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At 11:41 PM, Dawn Fairy
Only in sleep I see their faces,
Children I played with when I was a child,
Louise comes back with her brown hair braided,
Annie with ringlets warm and wild.
Only in sleep Time is forgotten --
What may have come to them, who can know?
Yet we played last night as long ago,
And the doll-house stood at the turn of the stair.
The years had not sharpened their smooth round faces,
I met their eyes and found them mild --
Do they, too, dream of me, I wonder,
And for them am I too a child?
- A poem by Sara Teasdale
For a second i thought ur not a kuwaity guy, then i realized it is a poem.. touched me.. made me think of my childhood friends.. some i could recall their names and some i couldnt.. some in fact i met lately.. we do the second checking sight.. and we both recognized eachothers.. am 100% sure we did.. but we just let it go.. dunno why!
Thanx touching words.
yeah ive ignored the lil child in me for while, trying to convince myself that im an adult, that im a grown up man, then at i suddenly realized that the lil child is the purest form of a human being :) and im back to cartoons and games lol reliving my childhood without a shame