worlds without blueprints
Paper Trail Poetry
Letter blocks, green, blue, and red, Are the only reading materials For a solitary teddy bear Lodged between two toy tractors Collecting dust in the old toy chest A myriad of memories sit dormant In this attic abode, awaiting A nostalgic itch to come searching I know you remember those days where childlike wonder bloomed As sun streamed through open windows, Laughter filled the room, And imaginations worked over time To construct worlds without blueprints Let these relics of your past reveal A thread you never tugged on To rekindle that quiet spark of joy
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