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Haiku Heights # 110- Childhood

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Remains special
the memories of childhood
priceless its charm


Innocence and joyous  
have always been concierge 
of childhood's blithe 


Innocent glories 
we make flourishing frisk- fun  
with cries and giggles

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  1. CYNOSUREMarch 12, 2012 at 9:52 PM

    U r seriously one of the best Haiku writers I've ever seen...I think I won't hesitate to keep u after Leo... :O
    great one once again Simran... :)

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    1. SimranMarch 13, 2012 at 6:17 PM

      Thank you so much for appreciating me :)
      Comparing me with Haiku Master Leo is like an award for me :D

      Your words refilled me with joy!
      Thanks a ton dear !! :)

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  2. The Write GirlMarch 13, 2012 at 8:08 AM

    So beautiful and charming. Lovely haiku!!

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    1. SimranMarch 14, 2012 at 11:18 PM

      Thank you so much dear for appreciating :)
      Nice to have ..wish to have you again

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  3. ⁂ܓVållῐ ⁂ܓ☺March 13, 2012 at 10:46 AM

    Lovely dear! beautifully describes childhood..

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  4. Ph_March 13, 2012 at 11:41 PM

    Sometimes I do wish to have never grown up!
    Miss the simplicity, honesty and purity of those days ....

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    1. SimranMarch 14, 2012 at 11:28 PM

      Awww..same I do wish too but that's something impractical.

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  5. Veera March 14, 2012 at 9:16 AM

    beautifully written.

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