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Childhood wrapped under my skin

The tea pot by the hearth fetches the smell of childhood.
Those carefree days where I was allowed to dip
my cookies in my grandma's cup of tea
The lemons in the garden, our new found treasure
Spices and chillies would do the wonders.
The butterflies in the woods, I felt them in my tummy
Fluttering with joy over some slurpy ice candies.
Friends, well, I had a whole lot of them
A jittery bunch of monkeys always chirping aloud.
Then life happened, we drifted apart
Somewhere between the creases of our smile, childhood quietly sneaked out not caring to leave even it's faded footsteps.
But then, we were told how beautiful life is;
All an illusion, a fatal deception.
Right now, while I hold my mug of tea, I see it all.
The lost bonds, lost innocence, the moments of revelation
But, I know I can still dip my cookies and chase butterflies
I can still be my own, and breathe freedom
For, I have childhood wrapped under my skin.

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