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The childhood birds
February 12, 2023
The feeling of lukewarm air on your legs,
The smell of freshly mowed grass,
The sound of the birds in the early morning.
Hearing the birds made me feel like it's gonna be
a neverending summer,
a good last week at school,
an unforgettable summer break,
okay; like it's gonna be okay.
It's a sense of freedom you can't describe.
You start getting older,
you rarely get this feeling anymore.
And you wonder:
Do the birds stop coming when you're all grown up?
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This poem should remind everyone of the good times we had as children, when we used to be happy and didn't worry so much. We wanted to grow up as fast as possible and now we are scared to move on and face the future. We will never be kids again, I miss my childhood.