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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"

10 comments:

  1. Anonymous28 January 2015 at 11:00

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

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  2. Alice29 January 2015 at 02:56

    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/

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  3. Locomente29 January 2015 at 14:15

    I miss those days too :(

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  4. payal agarwal29 January 2015 at 19:19

    The good old days.. nice set. :)

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  5. Sunshine-struck29 January 2015 at 20:16

    @Locomente
    Yeah, the best of our lives.

    @Payal
    Thanks!

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  6. jazzytower31 January 2015 at 23:04

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

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  7. Sunshine-struck1 February 2015 at 12:00

    @Jazzytower
    Change is the only thing that is constant.

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  8. Sunshine-struck1 February 2015 at 12:00

    @Jazzytower
    Change is the only thing that is constant.

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  9. Fascinating Quest2 February 2015 at 00:28

    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...

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  10. Sunshine-struck2 February 2015 at 18:02

    True. Thank you Nimi!

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