August 2nd in a Summer’s Series!
Sometimes I wish I
could be a little
girl again, with red
painted nails and
toes, a pretty pink
dress with ruffles and bows
a summer afternoon, barefoot in
the park, playing as only
children do!
Laughing as we pick bouquets, chasing all our problems away!
Reminiscing of those years –
As if life was like a kaleidoscope, chasing colors with twists and turns and
changing scenes, that vanish when the turning stops!With one more turn would I have learned, the kaleidoscope may have given hope?
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