I rediscovered the world in a black leather briefcase.
In it,I found a yellow folder.One that held a bunch of loose papers and a lot more.
They were paintings of the Sunset,planets,abstract art...cartoon sketches.
Poetry written on loose scraps.
Cards.New year cards,Anniversaries,Birthdays.
It contained the world of make-belief I had once dwelled upon.
One that tries its best to cease to exist.
The land of dreams,fantasies and imaginary friends.
A world of innocence,carefully preserved by my father...in that black leather briefcase.
Those mere bunch of sheets were much more than they were,they really were once what I called ...My Childhood.
In it,I found a yellow folder.One that held a bunch of loose papers and a lot more.
They were paintings of the Sunset,planets,abstract art...cartoon sketches.
Poetry written on loose scraps.
Cards.New year cards,Anniversaries,Birthdays.
It contained the world of make-belief I had once dwelled upon.
One that tries its best to cease to exist.
The land of dreams,fantasies and imaginary friends.
A world of innocence,carefully preserved by my father...in that black leather briefcase.
Those mere bunch of sheets were much more than they were,they really were once what I called ...My Childhood.
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