Schmaltzy
Tears roll down
mirrored pool of thoughts
in which I fish
Memories of childhood
A relay of knick knack grips me.
A frilled doll,a tea-pot with a broken handle
and some colours
a little girls’ fantasy
paint my nostalgia.
Frilly frocks, wondery twinkling nights,
carefree dreams flying high
how I miss them all
my tiny friends
a navy man,earthen pot and my pink doll
coloured paintings on the wall
Echo of dark caverns and dungeons
ghostly whispers lullby
Alas! if I could
in the childhood soil
dig back time and bring that is
no more mine.
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