The sun, then, was pink;
Ruling the sky's vast blues.
The river, curved to choice;
filled with color, fishes of wish.
Rains could be called in
to fall on the most colorful umbrellas.
'Home sweet Home', on the hut wall
was the wish of an innocent mind.
There were fruit laden trees,
grass of comfortable length, color.
A hand-drawn horse; my priced possession,
feeding on hay that failed gold.
Once, in life, innocence was rewarded
with more happiness, innocence..
very sweet. has a nostalgic feel to it
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