There, on the swings, 
I dreamed.
I dreamed of tomorrow; 
The melted ice cream trickled down my fingers.
        
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        Imperfection.
That's what I'm thankful for; 
Because without it, 
I wouldn't have so much blessings in store.
        
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        The good times I remember
Were times we spent together.
You were there with me, 
Watching the birds migrate,
        
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        Another sunset, passed without you; 
But the world keeps moving
The ferris wheel turns, 
My heart beat keeps going-
        
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        I'm sailing upon this ship
To a land unimaginable, free, 
Where sorrow and sickness are always forgotten, 
Where happiness calls out to me.
        
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Hi! My name is Elina. I am 16 years old and I love writing poems in my free time. I have been writing poems since I was about 11 years old.)
                    Childhood
                    
                    There, on the swings, 
I dreamed.
I dreamed of tomorrow; 
The melted ice cream trickled down my fingers.
I dreamed of growing up.
I sat on the tall, green grass, 
Picking wildflowers, 
Playing with dolls.
I went to the fair: 
There were balloons and ferris wheels.
My small hands touched and explored, 
And I dreamed of flying.
My mother taught me how to pray, 
And though I was still small, 
I prayed with simple words, 
And curiosity took me by the hand.
I grew, and with the years, 
My dreams grew.
And now as I glance back, 
I dream of yesterday.