I get jealous of kids
Innocent,never worried
Living in a mind state
Different from this world
Unconcerned regardless of the situation
Joyful and playful as ever
The only sorrow is food
With their adventurous hands
Making for many places
Jealous of the care always in abundance
Never deprived of anything
My eyes are rheumy
Cause this stage is temporary
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The memory of a lost child
PoesiaThe journey of a child through nature ,tragedy that comes with love and the struggle for inner peace.
