Puddles Of Imagination
R RoseAnn V. Shawiak
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Sloshing through puddles of rain, feeling young again,
enjoying the childish wonder as I watch the drops of
water splash and fall all over the place.
A new and vibrant feeling coming over me each and every
time, even when lost, forlorn and alone, finding puddles
of imagination where I can be young once again.
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