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 Posted: Sun Aug 30, 2009 10:51 am
Let's return to that place
of innocence and immortality,
of candied clouds and frosted forests,
of delightful days and enchanting evenings,
of smiling suns and merry moons.
Oh, if we could return to that place
before the sorrow, before the pain,
without concern, without complain,
before corruption, before gain,
without darkness and without rain.
Can we return to that place?
Forget the lessons learned?
Run across the bridges burned?
Shall we reject wisdom?
Desire freedom?
Deny truth?
Accept youth?
Yes, let us return to that place
where all was well and good.
Let's return to that magical place
I think it's called childhood.
.:~o*'Isianya'*o~:.
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Posted: Wed Mar 10, 2010 11:45 am
I REALLY like this poem.
The alliteration in the first stanza was perfect. It wasn't childlike in the sense of the language, but brought to mind all the alliterations used in reference to childhood things.
The last line was, in my opinion, perfect.
Um...one small thing, and this is I guess a personal opinion more than anything...but I'm not sure I like that you claimed you had to "deny truth" to go back to childhood. Truth is truth no matter what age you are. Perhaps I'm missing your meaning here?
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