IN A WINK ITS PAST.
It begins in innocence, The world greets you, Wraps its arms tight, Welcomes! Honey sticky sweet childhood drips, lick. Dreams bloom, flourish, Wild hope rampant. Freed from responsibilities restraints, Niavety a luxury, Pampered, sheltered, fleeting moments. Time Robber, party make friends,... Sign in to see full entry.