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Tuesday, 27 January 2015

Play

Living as an adult,
I miss those innocent days
When friends meant only play.

When friends meant only play,
When hearts were never broken,
And love meant no hurt.

Distance creeps with time 
As we grow up as adults,
Friends are meant to drift.

Written for Haiku Horizons: "play"

12 comments:

tdanceoflife said...

Oh, for the carefree and innocent days of childhood. I enjoyed your series. :-)

Sun Bloom said...

Hey, thanks!

Alice said...

You've written a good reminder of how things change as we grow up.:-)

https://alicekeysmd.wordpress.com/2015/01/28/tiny-high-heeled-shoes/

Sun Bloom said...

Thank you Alice!

Locomente said...

I miss those days too :(

payal agarwal said...

The good old days.. nice set. :)

Sun Bloom said...

@Locomente
Yeah, the best of our lives.

@Payal
Thanks!

jazzytower said...

Yeah...it's never the same is it? Nice set.

Sun Bloom said...

@Jazzytower
Change is the only thing that is constant.

Sun Bloom said...

@Jazzytower
Change is the only thing that is constant.

Nimi Arora said...

It is sad and usually a fact, that playing is associated with kids only... they smile easily, they forgive easily and they forget easily.
Moving Words...

My take on the prompt - Perfection plays...

Sun Bloom said...

True. Thank you Nimi!