Rectangle blackboard of secrets
Accepted dutifully, five petal flowers,
Lines and circle people,
Clouds of green and birds like “r”;
No price for imagination.
Black now blank, but not memories;
Images recalled frame, like a storyboard
Evoked emotions rekindle, little joys in adult life
No price for innocence.
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