Childhood memories,
the most precious, rare and pure.
Like rain drops in sea shell.
Yet to become beautiful pearls
To be cherished, remembered and adored.
Making us smile throughout and always.

Childhood scars on mind,
the most deepest, darkest and cold.
Never to heal or to be forgotten,
Haunting at times throughout the life.
Can’t run from them, can’t change them.
Like a shadow on a darkest night.

Good or bad, pure or evil, happy or sad,
are all the life experiences one can have.
Unique in itself, can’t be substituted,
Like the waves in the ocean, big or small,
Helping us learn, grow, cherish and to move on.





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