Now, there's no heaven between me
and my bygone days of past.
It was only the shady shelter
of my mother's veil, the
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childhood is a thought which keeps it's balm hands on the fevered forehead nice
It is very good poem childhood is just part of us that we remember most of time
Now, there's no heaven between me and my bygone days of past. It was only the shady shelter of my mother's veil, wonderful thank you
very beautiful poem. enjoyed it