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HOW BEAUTIFUL THEY WERE

How beautiful they were
The orphan days of our childhood
Our wandering paths
Our inconsolable fairy tales
The time when this puzzling life was so simple
But alas our carefree days
Lasted for only the blink of an eye
And took away our childhood games
And left an end without the beginning
A hazy fog in our sights
A few blank white pages
Just a few souvenirs

And yet how dear they are
The games we never played
Our hollow fairy tales
The childhood we had
And didn't have

How beautiful they were
Our incomplete and rejected loves
Our great but evanescent loves
And even every painful blow of love
The time when love was there
And having no doubts
We took it for granted
But it passed so quickly
And didn't leave us any hope
Only words like “once upon a time”
And its evaporated scent on our skin
A few faded photographs
Just a few short lines

And yet how dear they are
Our made-up dreams
Our hollow and deluded memories
The loves we had
And didn't have
How beautiful they were
Our hesitant escapes
Our sentimental revolts
Every door slammed before us
And every ship which sailed
Without us to lands
While we sat docile on the dock
Waved a wet handkerchief
And then returned back home
Defeated we fell to bed
And awake or asleep
Dreamt of new escapes

And yet how dear they are
Our devised escapes
Our hollow and untrue adventures
The life we had
And didn't have