Childhood

Let's fly away, to a place we can 

relive our adolescent imagination.

Use towels as our capes.

Coat hangers can double for hooks.

Teddy bear princes, cardboard crowns.

Mixing potions with colorful liquids.

Buried treasure between the cushions.

Castles constructed of blankets.

Decadent pastries made of the earth.

Imagination erupts into stars,

 flowing out of childish hearts.

To hold onto our youth.

Growing up doesn't mean forgetting.

It means reliving with our own little ones.

To step back into those cotton 

candy clouds and drink from the chocolate river.

Go on adventures in the closet, 

kill the monsters under their bed.

Remain forever young at heart

 no matter the wrinkles that arise on your cheeks.

Read of lost boys, 7 little men, poison apples

 and how two completely different people can fall in love.

Tell them anything is possible. 

For a plain pumpkin to turn into a carriage

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To find love from a glass slipper.

No matter what someone looks like,

their heart can be pure gold.

Lessons from fairytales live forever.

Hope will always find a way.

Dreams can come true.

Just believe.