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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