#AZatPP
#Day 15
#LetterO
Old soul still believes in the stories,
That grandma in the childhood told,
My heart still has ample room for
Goblins,monsters and knights bold.
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Beyond the clouds existed a world.
Where angels and fairies resided,
Sorrow and pain couldn’t enter that space,
Grandma’s tales had thus described.
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I could fancy colourful gardens,
With birds and beasts of myriad hues,
Dancing ans Singing blissful lays divine,
Living on the clouds’ soft fluffy floor .
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Often childish fancy took me there,
Even when my grandma was no more,
But mom told me she went to live,
Herself in that place of bliss for sure.
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I missed her every dark night,
Felt disappointed and quite sore.
Why didn’t she take me along ,
Didn’t she love me anymore ?
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Alas! I grew up too soon to find,
An airless space exists and extends ,
To galaxies, planets, stars and beyond,
Thus knowledge my cherished fancy ends.
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