Holding on to our childhood
storing the memories inside
These are toys
we used to cry for day and night ...
Look at them now
some of 'em are sitting on the shelf quietly
and some are nowhere to be found
where is my Teddybear now ? that I used to hug tightly .
Who knew I'd change so much
that one day I'll lost all my treasures
I've lost my dolls , lost my rings
but I do remember the park where I used to run and swing...
Though i was a kid myself
I used to feed my dolls and bathe
once I even stich them cloths
and god that was phase I now embrace ..
-- soni kumari
...Thank you..
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Some Priceless Things
PoetryHeyy guys ~ This is a series a of poems about somethings that I find priceless in my life , things that can't be sold neither be bought... If you like my poem then pls let me know in the comments . thank you and enjoy..
