A burst of thunder
the whips of the spring rain
on our soaked bodies
we were cheering
after a wild fowl we chased
among the grassy blades it hid

summer and stream forged us
buoying, wading, and cascading
with our make-believe shallop
though the sun's rage lanced
we held on to joy and innocence

my 'Neverland' drifted so afar
it was my world, my comfort among places
a kingdom with them childhood friends
I will sleep soundly, I must relive
cause am orphaned now to the memory

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