Once I was a child with cherished beliefs
Sky wasn't the limit and being a fairy was the aim of life
When Sun had its home behind the hills
And if you travel across ocean you would fall off the Earth
Problems were limited to how to make house of cards
Possessiveness was who gets to sleep next to mom
Dreams were all about fairies and games
Truth was all I ever spoke
It was a time when everything was a magic
And no logical reason to explain when and why
But as I grew I realized
Magic was in my eyes and not in the surroundings
Though I know now most of them aren't true
But I still choose to believe then doubt
'Cause once I was a child with beliefs
And if beliefs made my childhood so beautiful
I believe the beliefs will take care of my heart....
Oh I always love to meet someone who had a beautiful childhood. Yes, keep those beliefs - keep the wonder. Take care of that heart!
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much love...
good on you for still believing the magic...it is a tragic day when we let go of that magic and have to grow up...so much we lose when we do....and those beliefs will take care of your heart, that is for sure...smiles.
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ReplyDeleteYou've captured the wonder and magic of childhood so well! I hope you'll continue retaining a childlike love for the world around you despite all burdens and responsibilities.
ReplyDeleteso innocent thoughts of childhood, wish they are back:)
ReplyDeletekeep the child alive :)
ReplyDelete...and the rest of your life. Nice write.
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i believe the same and raised my daughter's, who are now 23 and 25 to believe the same as well.....lucky us.
ReplyDeleteDreams were all about fairies and games
ReplyDeleteTruth was all I ever spoke
It was a time when everything was a magic
How childhood innocence can be blissful and everything nice. Wonderful write Ankita!
Hank
Dreams were all about fairies and games
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It was a time when everything was a magic
How childhood innocence can be blissful and everything nice. Wonderful write Ankita!
Hank
Beautiful!! would you like to follow each other?
ReplyDeleteBesos, desde España, Marcela♥
Thank you Marcela, sure I would love to. You have a beautiful blog. :)
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