It must be so quiet in a vacuum
Where mangled teddy bears stay,
Their coats stuffed with innocence
And memories of childhood days.
It must be so quiet in a vacuum
Where the lonely bikes decay,
Rust over the tinkling bell
Where mud trails and mountain touch once lay.
It must be so quiet in a vacuum
Where bed-time books fray,
Noble knights and sweet princesses buried
Under dusty layers of grey.
It must be so quiet in a vacuum
Treasures dumped in boxes of clay
Marbles used to catching the sunshine
Whisper, "Come out and play".
It must be so quiet,
Oh, so quiet
In a vacuum filled with stories to the brim
But not a soul to recount them,
Their owners grown up and grim.
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Image credits: Deviant Art user barabarasobczynska
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If only we could all be children once more! And I don't mean that age-wise, but heart-wise. Feeling nostalgic this evening. What is your favourite childhood memory? And what do you think of this little piece? Wish on the little star below if you liked it. :)
Anna
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