The Beginning.

Those lurid whimsical,whirling years of dappled shade,

Where imagination was more real than reality,my friends were with my imagination.

We conquered kingdoms!

castles were defended -and fell under our onslaught,

Fae kingdoms were our playground,and our constant companions were the elves

The woods were alive with our friends, -the bluebells sang under the golden haze of the sun.

We waited in bait of the future when we were still strong...

the Future held nothing we couldnt conquer.

Later the taint set in...and these, these were the pure,the innocent times which we desired to return to-

when we had felt fully our emotions,

when we cried,we cried from our souls.

when we laughed we laughed from our heart.

we were not bothered with the millisecond.

the millimetre deep

flash smile that conquers truth.

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