Reminiscing the past of the memories that lasts,
Where there was once, the Power Rangers blasts…
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Remembering the story of the child who was once just playing- The music of her soul in silent fantasies… Day dreaming, in the drawing she was talking… Making friends with the unknown, existing strange realities., , , this is how we lived in our chilhood dreaming all impossibilites and unreal lworld..still memorable past to remember in leasure time...lovely piece....10 read childhood.... child... hen laid...no teacher please
a wonderful recollection, well expressed and nice to read all through............10
remarkable.........great poem and nice memories