Never grow upA Poem by BhuvanaauWhen you remember you as a child...
Once there was a little girl down the slide,
She always hung by her mothers side, With bigger dreams on her mind, She wanted to travel through time; And see what it is like to grow, Little did she know there would be heartbreak and sorrow; OH! But who would tell this innocent mind it wasn't good to grow. ~ Bhuvana © 2017 BhuvanaauAuthor's Note
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