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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:

Anonymous said...

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

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/

Locomente said...

I miss those days too :(

payal agarwal said...

The good old days.. nice set. :)

Sunshine-struck said...

@Locomente
Yeah, the best of our lives.

@Payal
Thanks!

jazzytower said...

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

Sunshine-struck said...

@Jazzytower
Change is the only thing that is constant.

Sunshine-struck said...

@Jazzytower
Change is the only thing that is constant.

Fascinating Quest 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...

Sunshine-struck said...

True. Thank you Nimi!